I am highly sensitive and things affect me greatly. I have an incredible amount of empathy to a fault. It affects my ability to do what I need to do. The first example of this that I remember is when I was 4 or 5 years old. My mom brought me home some Strawberry Shortcake dolls. The next day I traded these dolls with a friend for I forget what. Later that day I felt absolutely awful because I thought it would hurt my mom’s feelings that I traded the dolls that she bought for me. I was so upset about this and started crying because of what I thought my mom would feel. I could feel it. I made my mom call the friend’s mom to undo the trade. Now, in reality I’m sure that my mom didn’t give a damn about the dolls and will probably not remember what the hell I’m talking about. But this story is ingrained in my memory for some reason.
This is a rare, rare trait. I’ve only met a few people in my life that are like this. A high degree of empathy is a rare, rare thing. I’m not saying that this is a great thing and that I’m some kind of special person because of this, this trait has made my life hell quite a lot. I recently read a book that really helped me. It helped me to understand this trait of mine that always made me feel like a freak. It’s called The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive When the World Overwhelms You. The world overwhelms me. I’m especially overwhelmed by the culture in this country. I’m especially overwhelmed by the culture in this city in this country. I’ve spent the vast majority of my life trying to fit in to a world that I didn’t really want to be a part of. But I was never told that it’s ok to be different, to be exactly who you are and this trait of mine was not nurtured. If you’re like me, read this book.