Have any of you heard of ‘indigo children?’ No? It was new to me as well. I say ‘was’ with some regret.
Today was my initiation into the mysteries and joys of raising an indigo child by an acquaintance of mine who claims that her child is an indigo child. Baffled, I asked her what an indigo child is. I have to admit that I was hoping for it to be some rare skin condition that makes her kid look like a rejected midget from Avatar. Alas this was not to be.
What then, is an indigo child? According to parapsychologist Nancy Ann Tappe the traits of an indigo child are that they are empathetic, curious, strong-willed, independent, and often perceived by friends and family as being strange; possess a clear sense of self-definition and purpose; exhibit a strong innate sub-conscious spirituality from early childhood (which, however, does not necessarily imply a direct interest in spiritual or religious areas);and a strong feeling of entitlement, or “deserving to be here.”
Other alleged traits include: a high intelligence quotient, an inherent intuitive ability; and
resistance to rigid, control-based paradigms of authority.
If this sounds a little vague…you are quite correct. Thanks to the Forer Effect it is just vague enough to be applicable to any-fucking-one. After a lengthy dissertation and a couple hours around her kid, I have drawn a more honest conclusion as to what indigo children are. They are a way for lazy dumbshit parents to excuse their children’s inappropriate behaviour/mental illness/learning disorders.
In the specific case I was exposed to indigo child means AD-fucking-HD. The little shitball wouldn’t obey simple instructions from his mother, wouldn’t respect my requests to stop unsnapping the epaulets on my facket, and wouldn’t stop bouncing off the walls. I know, kids have a lot of energy, but this kid was frightening. He literally did not stop moving or talking, and she wonders why he is constantly considered a discipline problem at school and has failing grades in so many classes.
So, Listen up all you parents of ‘indigo children’: your kids are not possessed of paranormal powers, they are not more spiritually mature (whatever that bullshit means,) and they are not special, except to you. To the rest of us they are a virus with shoes. quit trying to convince the rest of the world that your drooling little freak is special because you and your pediatric aromatherapist have slapped a bullshit pseudoscientific label on them. Do your kid a favor that will help them: take them to a doctor, see if there is something wrong, something that can be treated. If their doc comes back with your kid being fairly normal, then learn to fucking discipline the little beast. Don’t just slap a stupid bullshit label on them and think that is going to excuse their inappropriate, antisocial behaviour.