You get it when you grow up, but while growing up an Indigo you are often seen as a dreamer, a misfit, a loner or maybe as someone who just doesn't fit in.
It is painful, sad and lonely at times. We are asked to carry a great deal on our empathetic shoulders. The images and guides come to us unbidden and we know this is a special gift, but conveying this information to others who don't understand, can be met with ridicule, or we are told to seek the advice of mental health services.
I am this person. I am an Indigo adult. I love my gift and I will treat it with the respect it is due.
I know being an Indigo has its challenges, this fragile self craves to be understood.