stargazer
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I think my mother was also like this: highly sensitive. She always told me there were people who didn't have "deep feelings," as she put it. She said they go through life without being touched by what happens. She always told me that she and I were just the opposite of this.
Just right now, in fact, something just happened that shook me up. Actually, two things today have done this, things people said. Even though I know it will pass, I still have to walk through the reactions to it. I just checked my pulse in my neck, and it's fast. I can feel my heart beating faster. I feel shaken. But it will pass.
And some people would not have been shaken at all. I am used to going through life with things like this happening, and just processing them, and sort of hiding them from others (at least at work) and trusting that they will pass. But I'm so used to thinking in terms of "bipolar" (which is on a different plane entirely, I'm sure) that it's hard to tune into this HSP stuff. I should probably read the book, though.
My dad and my brother didn't have those "deep feelings." They hung out together, my Dad sort of favoring my brother, and my mother favoring me, for what it's worth.
Just right now, in fact, something just happened that shook me up. Actually, two things today have done this, things people said. Even though I know it will pass, I still have to walk through the reactions to it. I just checked my pulse in my neck, and it's fast. I can feel my heart beating faster. I feel shaken. But it will pass.
And some people would not have been shaken at all. I am used to going through life with things like this happening, and just processing them, and sort of hiding them from others (at least at work) and trusting that they will pass. But I'm so used to thinking in terms of "bipolar" (which is on a different plane entirely, I'm sure) that it's hard to tune into this HSP stuff. I should probably read the book, though.
My dad and my brother didn't have those "deep feelings." They hung out together, my Dad sort of favoring my brother, and my mother favoring me, for what it's worth.