Empathic, Medium, Clairvoyant, And In Need Of Help

I'm not going to preach that I actually am psychic-I know everyone is born with it, and based on some of the stories I've read on here, my ability seems to be... Highly active. But I'm not going to claim that I am-that is for you to decide. I'm just looking for a bit of clarification, and an extra bit of support, because my family doesn't believe me. Here's what I believe my abilities are, and my experiences that lead me to personally believe that I am psychic:

I am Empathic-that's what I've called it ever since a Charmed episode described my little "quirk" perfectly. It's childish to name it after a fictional drama television series on TNT prime-time, but that's the only thing that had ever described it. I feel other people's emotions and pains as my own, and it makes me feel claustrophobic in a crowded room, because it's all pressing in on me like pillows and I'm not feeling my own emotions, and it drives me crazy. I can never tell when I'm feeling my own emotions, and it's horrible. Last night, I even felt my friend's pain while we were talking on the computer-his friend had hurt his knee cap, and my friend had felt it, and I felt it through my friend. I even placed which knee it was, without being told, because the exact same knee on my end started hurting.

I'm prone to Precognition, I think. I don't like this one, at all, after the last major experience I had with it-I don't even think about it anymore, if I can help it. It'd been pretty innocent since I was first aware of it when I was about eight or nine. Until two years ago-I had a dream of a place outside of my high school's band room, with a picture of one of my friends propped against the tree, and candles all on the planter wall-it was a memorial. I woke up that night crying and couldn't get back to sleep. A couple of days after that dream, I found out that a bus with high school students and their parents/guardians had crashed, and that many had died. And I found out that two of my friends had been on that bus. I found out the next night that the one I'd had the dream about was dead, and the next morning, I saw the memorial for real this time. It was horrible, because I keep feeling I could have stopped it somehow, even though I don't know how. Since then, it's just been the random little deja vu dreams that I can mostly ignore.

I can See spirits. I don't know how long this has been going on, but I know I can do it-one of my friends helped prove it. I was home alone, and in the kitchen. When I turned around, looking down into the living room, I saw this little girl flopped on the couch for just an instant before she disappeared. She kind of looked like a mixture between Victorian England and Alice in Wonderland, and I knew she was dead. I had the overwhelming urge to draw her, and the notion that her name was Allie, just as strong as the need to draw her. Then I called my friend, left a message saying I needed to talk to her, and called my mom. My mom believed me until Daddy heard about it, which happened only because I refused to be left home alone again. I was completely terrified, because I'd seen another ghost in my neighbor's backyard, and had the strong sense that he was Allie's father, named John. My friend called me back later that night and told me that she'd seen a ghost-and she described the exact same girl I'd seen, with the exact same name. I never told her anything about Allie until she told me. Since then, I've seen spirits in many places-the one that puzzles me most is the boy of about 17 that I saw at school. I stopped walking to avoid hitting him, and my friend stared at me like I was crazy. The boy was gone by the time I looked up to apologize for nearly running him over.

I'm not really sure if this last one is significant or not, but I'm also really adept at "reading" people, if that makes sense. I just get these little flags about people-I've only ever been wrong five times in nearly ten years. All I have to do is see them once, and I can tell if they'll be good or bad for me or my friends instantly, and I can tell who people are under their social masks. This ability had a lot of developing/refining in high school, but I ignored it for the most part. Once about a guy that was selling shave ice at school-I wouldn't go near him at all, to the point where I gave my friend money to buy an ice cream so I wouldn't have to go near him. He looked nice enough, but I didn't want to go anywhere near him. After a couple of weeks, didn't see him again, though his partner was still there. Another guy always struts around acting like a complete ego maniac and total jerk. But with one look, I was not only instantly attracted, I was convinced that he was just putting up some sort of protective mask. He proved that right by comforting one of our friends when she was blaming herself for one of her friends' wrists getting injured when she fell off of a bus seat on the way to a band competition. He admitted it himself, too. It was this beautiful, almost light that surrounded him-but that was gone after a talk I had with him. He buried it deeper, and it killed me to watch. Another was a boy that ended up completely violating and abusing one of my friends-everyone liked him but me, from the moment I saw him, and I had no explanation for it. Until one of my friends told me that he'd been trying to pressure her into sex with him because his girlfriend wouldn't do it. He continued to try for a few weeks, and even tried to use me once, saying we were friends and I was cool with him-I wasn't. I hadn't talked to him at all, because I couldn't stand him. He ended up really hurting my friend, and I kept telling my friends that I didn't like him at all. No one listened, and I'm only one of two people who knows what he really is.

So, if anyone can tell me how to strengthen these...gifts, so I can use them to help others, or at least teach me how to cope with them or anything, I'd be completely grateful. I'm just looking for advice and help, please.

Blessed be! <3