Sunday, March 06, 2011

Being a HSP

For as long as I can remember I knew I was somewhat different.  I think I caught the reality that I was different when I was seven. I was bullied by a boy named David.  He was a cruel and awful child.  What I remember so clearly through his meanness was how sad I felt for him.  I had it figured out (at seven) that he was mean because he something is his heart was not right.  Of course, these are words that I put to the situation now. (I now know his father abandoned the family.)  I did not have the vocabulary at seven to put into the words to describe the ache I felt for him.  He bullied me all through elementary school until we went into junior high and that is the last I remember of him.  Last I heard David was heavily involved in a life of crime, well known to police and addicted to drugs.  My forty year old heart still aches for him.


I found out about a year ago that I am Highly Sensitive.


I hate loud noises.  I startle easily.  Caffeine makes me loopy.  Bright lights overwhelm me. I need to go off and be alone at least once a day or I am unable to function.  I can't watch violence, real or on TV/movies.  I hate the mall.  I get panic attacks with the aforementioned.


With that I have this huge heart that loves people very easily and sees the great in people.  I am aware when someone needs something, whether emotional, physical or spiritual.  I love art, classical music and the performing arts.  My inner life is very satisfying and  rarely feel lonely or bored.  I can do things in my job, like working with a dying client and know that this is all part of a higher calling.


For years, I hated that I never really fit in. Though I have oodles of friends I never enjoyed the "party scene" and would much rather be at home or off feeding the ducks.  I want to become a palliative chaplain.  I know I am called to work with people in the last stages of living.  I have felt honoured and privileged to be with people in their final days.  It is a precious time.  Being with someone when they are born and when they die is an incredibly intimate experience.

I am so glad that after 40 years I am no longer confused or embarrassed by the person I am. Some days I wish I could join my friends for a drink at the pub. (Too loud.) Sometimes I wish I could enjoy the lighter things and life and not be so serious all the time.  (I have been told to "lighten up" more times than I can remember.)  But when it comes to the end of the day I have great peace and I wouldn't trade that for anything.


Namaste



http://hsperson.com/pages/test.htm

7 comments :

  1. I share some of these in common with you especially malls I can't handle them. I think it is great that you have found your inner peace :) I'm going to check out that link you posted.

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  2. Well I indicated that 18 of the items are true of myself, and therefore am most likely HSP too. Interesting I knew I was anxiety prone, but this is the first I've heard of HSP :)

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  3. Sue - I highly recommend the book The Highly Sensitive person by Elaine Eron! (Try your local library and then if you like it try her other books.) I answered all in the positive except one. Now that I have figured myself out I take measures to not have anxiety. Right now I am taking my time away in my bedroom, my sanctuary. (However, my 15 year old son has found me and is talking my ear off. I could never tell home to go away because one day, he will not be interested in talking to his mom. BUT, I digress.) I need my rest and my time alone. There are many things in my life that I need to do. If I pay close attention I have kept my anxiety to a minimum but I have had to work at it. I think the most important things was just realizing I was HSP. It has become easier since knowing.

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  4. How wonderful at any age to know your calling. Your compassion will take you far.

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  5. I completely understand. I think I must be sensitive also though not as much as you. Loud noises, crowds, etc. I am more of a recluse. The blog has served to let me share parts of me that cause me shame and unhappiness without fear. Bloggers are wonderful folks.
    I would like to suggest this web site. It is ostensibly about style but you'll see there is a lot more there. http://stylecrone.com/ Her husband is in hospice. Their journey has been deeply felt by me.

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  6. I really empathise with you.
    I think there must be something that draws people to this kind of life. I always found it so hard at school. felt like people went off me left right and centre, and fell out with me.
    Now, some 20 years on, I realise that it was my "over" sensitivity that made it hard, i sensed when people were not in a good mood and at that time took it that it was me that they were in a mood with - i now realise that quite possibly it was something unrelated but i gave them a safer outlet for letting rid of sadness and frustration, somehow i allowed them away with it because they needed it and i kind of knew it wasn't actually directed at me. Ofcourse it felt sad at the time as i didn't understand why they would direct hate at me when I had done nothing - but i understand now. It still can make it hard in terms of working relationships but without it I could not be the reiki practitioner that I am and do the jobs that I have done and do.
    It is definately a blessing - much better to be sensitive than spend your life trampling over others. I am sure that you have given those peoople you work with more than you will ever know - and i feel that it WILL come back to you in return.
    xxxx
    PS - some of the book recommendations on here look great and really helpful.

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  7. Reiki is not the only thing we have in common I see... I read your post and a lot of what you said made so much sense to me... I felt that it was very close to how I feel... huh! I took the test and voila... I ticked 17 boxes... go figure... it makes more sense to me now... thank you for your post... and thank you for the link... Bless you!

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