I
remember when I was a little girl, tripping in the door at the end of the
school day, tears streaming, pigtails askew, my parents would hug me and
pronounce, “Sara, you take things too personally. You’re too sensitive. You need to just let things
roll off your back, like the way rain rolls off a duck’s feathers.”
For
two decades, that advice echoed resoundingly in my head, and I never could
understand why life experiences affected me so profoundly, while everyone else
seemed to be blissfully unaware of my inner desperation.
Some
part of me was singular: I knew that. How could I not? Others categorized me as
a social butterfly, but when I tried to be solitary (bodily or in my own mind),
something was amiss (e.g. “What’s wrong, Sara?? Why are you so quiet, Sara? Are you sad, Sara?”). In college, when a
relative told me I would never get a husband because I wasn’t being demure (i.e. “You’re being too loud!”),
I laughed it off; but in my heart, I wept.
My
individuation as an HSP really began several years ago when I was in Walla
Walla, Washington, having gelato with my good friend Luke. My curious inquiry about
his beautiful, twining, colorful tattoo led to an unforgettable conversation
about Empaths: who they are, what they’re like, and how the world impacts— and,
more often than not, damages— them. Luke was an Empath. I suspected I might be one,
too, and after I relocated to Las Vegas for my career, I began to research Empaths.
I think now that I must have stumbled
on the phrases “hsp” and “highly sensitive” during my reading. I don’t know why
I disregarded them: after all, I’d been charged all my life “not to take things
so personally.” I was sensitive. Perhaps
I lacked the motivation to discover what it meant, perhaps I was in a hurry, or
perhaps I just brushed it off (like the rain and the duck, ironically!).
But
recently, I was browsing through the audio books at the library, and I stumbled
across a title that spoke to me: The
Highly Sensitive Person. My health had been spiraling slowly downwards for
the past year and I was near burnout at work. I was looking for an answer to a
question I didn’t know. When I spotted the book, I felt commanded: “Get that one!” I’m convinced it was Providence; believe
what you will.
I
started listening to the CD and almost immediately recognized that I was one of
the 20% Dr. Aron was talking about!
I
ordered The Highly Sensitive Person’s Workbook
from Amazon.com and I would like to share my
experiences as I work through the chapters within the book: to internalize the
information within myself, to comfort and inspire the many HSPs who are dear to me, and to help the remainder of you comprehend
us a little bit better.
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