What's weird is even though I talk about demons and angels I'm not that religious. I even see it in myself. When I look in the mirror I don't recognize myself. There are times that I look like a zombie, an alien, deformed, or even looking like a demon. Once it looked like a monkey. The birds movements are very important for this planet. Each movement means something. Sometimes they put on a show just for me, other times they warn me of impending disaster or bad luck. I am truly sorry of your therapist. My pdoc also dismisses everything I experience as psychosis. This is how people view mental illness, just that we are crazy with no future and will become homeless. Or that we are dangerous animals according to the news and the media. It is sad a horrible feeling. Some people do experience religious things, and its meaningful to that person. Sometimes it is downright horrifying, especially if you are seeing demons. The angel helped me, it was a soothing voice and high pitched. It sounded beautiful. but the demons I see especially when I'm outside or travelling to a store. I live in the middle of nowhere. So it takes awhile to get anywhere. I see the demons jumping from tree to tree, but they are red with horns. I can sense they are dark energy. Their is a blackness in their "heart" if they even have one. With the angels I see them glowing with white light. I feel safe when an angel shows up. Even though I have lived through a LOT of evil, there were a lot of miracles as well that can't be explained any other way than angels at our side. When I was young (I probably wrote about this story already) at 5 and below I was much more severe in my autism. While I wasn't completely non-verbal, I only said a few words and didn't want friends or anything. No eye contact. But a true miracle happened when I was 7. I wanted a dog because I obsessed about the movie Lady and the Tramp. So I got a dog, but it wasn't the same kind of dog from the movie believe it or not. Literally the day after I got her, I started talking for the first time. Before the dog, I would go into the back of the bus not wanting to sit next to anyone, just by myself. But this time I sat in the front of the bus sitting next to someone for the first time. I was in the local paper because of this. And now I speak at autism conferences. Well its been awhile since I did that, but when I move I hope to get back into it. Now when people first meet me, they don't know that I am autistic, until they get to know me more. And there was so many times that mom should have died, but lived through it all! Well so far.