Unexplained Mediumship Fragment

This is a plotbunny orphan; it doesn't have any story to go with it.

Most of us have this traumatic incident in our childhoods where we realize we're different. Mine was at my dad's funeral. I was five years old, tired of the velveteen dress they'd put me in and wanting to go home, and I stood up and said, "Why is everybody so sad? You can still talk to him!" That earned me a quick trip to the child psychologist, who decided it was my way of coping. At least Dad understood.