I can only speak to my own experience here, but I believe that I'm an empath. Even as a small child, I had an innate tendency to not only understand exactly what others were feeling, but to internalize it. It's mostly emotional, but sometimes I even pick up others' physical pain. As I grew up, I learned to go into what I call "crisis mode"--great in an emergency, but then fall apart. What I mean by that is that I can sort of "turn off" both my own reactions and my absorption of what others are feeling in order to operate on pure logic when something really bad is happening. But as soon as the crisis passes, I have a flood of the repressed emotions from both myself and anyone else involved, to the point that I have to isolate myself for a day or two while I work through it.
Being an empath is what drove me out of direct patient care in the mental health world. No matter how hard I tried to do all the right things, I couldn't leave it behind at the end of the day. I took on all my clients' pain and carried it with me. It became unbearable.
My mom was in the mental health field, and she also struggled with taking on clients' pain. And then...the circumstances of her illness and ultimate passing were kind of weird. She and I were running a bunch of services for an immigrant population that had SO MANY needs that we couldn't possibly fill them all. She was also going to school at night for her doctorate. And one day she sort of burned out....came home exhausted and went straight to bed. We thought she'd bounce back in a day or two, but she didn't. Ultimately ended up quitting both school and work by phone from her bed because she couldn't get up to go do it in person.
And then came all the diagnoses....heart issues and chronic fatigue and rheumatoid arthritis and sleep apnea and PCOS and on and on and on. Severe pain to the point where she couldn't ever get comfortable. Restless legs. It's like her body just gave out and despite seeing an endless parade of specialists they never quite figured out what was behind all of it. She passed five years later with no solid diagnosis to make sense of it all, and the cause of death was one of her medications that has since been taken off the market. Sometimes I wonder if it was partially or fully connected to the empath thing. Before she got sick, she used to say she was fine, because she felt like she was tapped into an unlimited wellspring of positive energy from the universe, and she was able to act as a conduit to help her clients tap into it as well. Maybe it finally broke her?
I'm not sure how it's all related, but some level of clairvoyance also seems to run in my family. My grandma was an absolute non-believer in anything of the sort, she was a proper, old-fashioned, church-going woman. But she was absolutely clairvoyant. Sometimes little things, like she ALWAYS knew who was calling before she answered (long before caller ID). She'd answer the phone, "Hi Michelle." Even if Michelle was someone she hadn't spoken to in 20 years and had zero reason to believe would be calling her. But also huge things. When grandma was a teenager, she and her mom both had the same exact same dream on the exact same night: That her father would be killed when the taxi he was riding in was hit by a train. They laughed about it at breakfast the next morning. Then her father set off for work, and he was killed in exactly the manner they had both dreamed.
I don't know. For all my studies in psychology, I feel like we don't have the first clue about the human condition. These days, I try to just stay in my lane, keep my boundaries up, and not probe too deeply. It feels safer that way.