Highly Sensitive Peeps, Round 2
There was a great article in last month’s issue of “Psychology Today” about highly sensitive people. I’ve talked before about classifying myself as such and the struggles that go along with being so damn touchy feely. This article is fantastic if you are an HSP but also if you interact with one. (Twenty percent of people are considered HSP’s so there’s a good chance you do!)
Unfortunately, only a small snippet is up on the website, forcing you to buy the actual issue and I don’t know if it’s still around. I’m trying to get my hands on a copy because SOMEONE who shall not be named (Voldemort) threw mine away. Regardless, reading it was insanely helpful for me because:
* there was written medical confirmation that other people experience life the way I do
(they can point to areas of the brain where highly sensitive people have specific unusual activity!)
and
* being a Highly Sensitive Person does not need to be labeled a ‘bad’ thing
These are two really important points for me because they help erase a lot of the shame I often feel about my sensitivity. The article goes onto say that most HSP were told to ‘toughen up’ as children and that their feelings were often downplayed because, well, they have SO MANY FEELINGS! ALL! THE! TIME!
A woman is quoted in the article who might as well be me:
“As a child, a casual schoolyard taunt led to ‘sobbing and histrionics.’ Nowadays a small slight can ricochet through her body ‘like I’m actually wounded.’”
Woah, girl. That would be me.
I don’t blame those around me anymore who don’t understand or who told me to get a freaking grip. I’m not really sure that when I was little, anyone knew what was going on and I have to say that even on your best day, a highly sensitive child can be really annoying/irritating as they can get set off by something that makes ZERO SENSE to you. So, I can’t imagine dealing with someone like me on a regular basis.
In the same vein, dealing with that childhood pain of being misunderstood has been incredibly useful for me. No one really knew what to do with me but I also didn’t know what to do with myself. And I carry a lot of that confusion into adulthood and often feel bad for having any feelings at all not to mention an out of proportion reaction to something.
Thanks to a bunch of things, I’m able to own my sensitivity now. I don’t look to other people to fix it or baby me and tiptoe around me. It’s up to me to learn how to control my emotions and work out ways to interact in a healthy way with others.
Most importantly, the article stated a bunch of awesome things about Highly Sensitive People instead of focusing on all the negative that I usually hear. (WE CRY ALL THE TIIIIIIIIME!) HSP’s are not only incredibly in touch with their own emotions but they are often in tune with the emotions of those around them, even people they don’t know. As such, compassion and empathy and awareness come easily to HSP’s.
Not only that, but there is medical evidence that we not only feel things more strongly than others but we sense things too. We have a heightened sense of smell, taste and can see a vividness to colors that other people can’t. I was completely blown away by these facts because for twenty+ years of my life, I’ve walked around feeling like a weeping freak who has to get it together.
I now realize that my sensitivity is not something to hide, shy away from or apologize for. My work for the rest of my life will be learning how to reign it in and not throw up my reactions all over people. Of learning how to take a break by myself and decompress so I don’t explode. But I’ve accepted that. And I’m more than happy to do that work. (Meditation! THANK YOU.)
Also, one of my greatest weapons is the ability to laugh at myself. So even when a biker snaps at me WHILE GOING THE WRONG WAY I MIGHT ADD, YOU JERK and I cry for three city blocks because HE HURT MY FEELINGS, I’m able to step back and be like OKAY LAURA, THAT WAS DUMB.
Which is a pretty awesome gift. Not to mention all the medical brain jargon about seeing the vividness of colors.
I freaking really loved that.
So, yeah. I don’t know. I just felt like talking about it today as you might be an HSP too or you might know one or you might be that biker who SNAPPED AT ME AND IF THAT IS THE CASE I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.
Right after I stop crying.




THIS IS ME… also it isn’t dumb to react to something it is human! I get so frustrated with the major anti-crying sentiment and I think that it is anti-woman too – this is where I can do a feminist based rant because crying is codified as a sissy reaction to something or something only women do.. which makes me MENTAL! It is an emotional response just like your aggressive finger pointing and yelling is…
I might rant as long as this blog post because this really touches me… but I am not crying right now
xoxo
Dana
While it can be pretty crazy, it IS a good thing!! I’m sure there are times when my husband is confused, worried, or just absolutely drove bonkers, but he says my connection to my emotions is one of the things he loves about me. Just like how his strong rationality drives me bonkers sometimes, it’s something I really appreciate in him. It’s a good balance.
I’d like to reign mine in just a tad, and mostly to be more verbal about exactly what it is that set me off (my biggest problem!!!). Still, I wouldn’t trade that part of me for anything!
OH MY GOSH, Laura, how do you go to auditions while being a HSP??? Whoa!
And, to make a long comment longer, I’d like to second the sentiments Dana expressed up there. I could also get into a feminist rant about crying and emotion being connected to a feminine trait as a bad thing. GRRRR.
Peace out,
Pony
It really is nice to know we’re not alone. That’s…everything, really.
I don’t think I’m an HSP. If a cyclist snapped at me while going the wrong way, I’d respond with a hearty “F*** you, buddy” and not give it a second thought.
But when a couple people blocked me on Facebook I felt like jumping off a bridge. It’s two feet high. It’s in Central Park.
This really hits home and I would be really interested in reading that gem of an article. Alas, I will also blame a few unnamed Harry Potter characters for ruining the chance of that ever happening. I recently started reading your HILARIOUS blog (which is strange because I don’t read blogs- well I guess now I do- and i attribute that to its HILARIOUSNESS) due to your facebook debut. I think your humor, sensitivity and insight really draw me back to see if you’ve posted anything new that will make me laugh- yet think. I know… thinking… quite a concept Elizabeth. And also maybe that I knew you many moons ago. I don’t remember us having that much in common although were still great friends… but it seems we are more alike than my super genius 10 year old brain could perceive. ANYWAY… I read this blog and remembered a story about you, me and Eddie O’Connel (?) from 5th grade- I believe. Eddie is really irrelevant to the story but he was there and want to set a proper stage. We were sitting at our desks and the question arose, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I proudly declared that my dream was to become a cheerleader. Yes, I know what that looks like now… and I honestly don’t remember what I was thinking but I DO remember that I was completely serious and really passionate about my dream. This is how I remember what happened next- Laura, you laughed and laughed and berated my silly dream as being juvenile and stupid. I was heart broken. Crushed. Ruined. And obviously, HIGHLY SENSITIVE. The pain stuck with me and I never forgot how horrible I felt at that moment- and months to follow. Of course, looking back we were kids having a silly conversation about nonsense. Not something to stay mad about right? I’m totally not mad, not at all, I’m totally over it… totally. I’m kidding. Totally kidding.
I probably just saved myself from 2 years of shock therapy with this little ‘over-share’ session. Anyway, for reals that story made me smile and think about how being highly sensitive is hard but ridiculous and being able to laugh at yourself is key. So, thanks for sharing. And thanks for helping me understand why I always felt I had ESP… because I do thanks to my HS.
Cheers!