It's no secret that many HSPs struggle and wrestle with the idea that they are a Highly Sensitive Person. After all, there are all manners of cultural prejudices and misconceptions surrounding the word "sensitive," and it seems like few of them are positive.
From time to time, I have been asked how I can "be so open" about being an HSP, and "how" I managed to so readily accept the trait. After all, "aren't I afraid of being seen as weak (or "weird"),
" and aren't I afraid I "will be discriminated against?
" And other biggie: "men aren't supposed to be sensitive, right?
A few days ago-- during my daily morning writing-- it suddenly struck me that part of the answer to the "acceptance" question was/is that I "already had experience,
" in unrelated ways. Truth be known, I think most of us do
, but we ignore it or are blind to it.
"What does that mean?
" you might be asking. Let's explore...
|Me, at 15, carrying... a bag of golf clubs|
What does it really
mean, to be an HSP? What are some of the deeper
implications? When you "embrace" that you are highly sensitive, what what are you really
accepting about yourself?
For most, it means some version of "I don't really fit in
" and/or "I'm a little different from the rest of the world.
" As human beings, we are-- basically-- tribal creatures. Even if we are very introverted and don't necessarily want to interact
with the "tribe," we are still comforted by the idea that at least we belong
to one. And when we accept being an HSP, we are-- in a way-- "agreeing" to making our tribe 85% smaller. And it's totally understandable that not everyone is ready to jump at the chance to do that.
So how exactly was I
"prepared" to embrace being an HSP?
Well, let's start with being really tall. I was 6'2" (188cm) already when I was 15. I stood head and shoulders above 99% of my peers. The rather fuzzy photo at right shows me in all my lanky 15-year old geekiness. So what's the point, here?
Being much taller than everyone else gets you used to a couple of things. One, people look
at you-- even if not "oddly," they look
at you. And so, I got used to the idea that people would "look," and that it was because I was not like most other people.
Second, my actual physical experience of life was-- and remains-- a little different
from everyone else's. There are a number of things I simply "can't do," because of my height (I grew up to stand a bit over 6'4"/194cm)
. For example, finding clothes is more difficult than it is for "normal" people. A normal t-shirt almost becomes a "crop top" for me, after a couple of cycles through the wash. And when it is time for me to buy a car, I can't just choose a highly rated car I like... I have to choose from among the limited
half-dozen models that actually have enough legroom and headroom for me.
Embracing that you're an HSP is rather parallel to being tall. You can't "help
" it, it's simply the way you are
. And just like I am not running around looking for a way to "fix" being tall, I'm not running around trying to "fix" being an HSP. It is not fixable!
Nor am I running around moaning and groaning about being "too tall,
" any more than I am inclined to run around moaning and groaning about being "too sensitive.
The only significant difference I can discern between the two is that tallness is visible
, sensitivity is not
. But I was still made fun of for being "the giraffe
," just like I was made fun of for being "a pansy.
" Kids can be cruel...
My parents-- inadvertently-- "helped" me come to terms with being highly sensitive. How? They pushed me towards a couple of hobbies/pastimes that served to rather "set me apart" from my peers. As a boy and young man, I was guided and encouraged to get into-- and occupy myself with-- stamp collecting
and playing golf
. Not exactly what you find most 15-year olds interested in-- even in 1975.
Ironically, both stamp collecting and golf are perfect "HSP pastimes," although nobody was aware of that, at the time. My parents were mostly interested in getting me to do something that would keep me quiet
and took hours
at a time.
Collecting stamps is a quiet, solitary pursuit that almost becomes a Zen-like meditation when you spend some time with it... and it offers a fascinating glimpse into world cultures and history-- not to mention that each stamp is actually a miniature work of art. And golf-- as sports go-- is a solitary (as opposed to "team")
endeavor, played in silence, that involves being in (even if a golf course is a bit contrived) nature
... a place where most HSPs feel at peace.
That said, not only does being a 16-year old golfing stamp collector pretty much put the final nail in the coffin of hoping to attain even the tiniest bit of coolness, it pretty much dooms you when it comes to getting a date. In addition, these two pastimes often cause people to pause and look at you "strangely," in ways they wouldn't look at someone who "plays football and goes hunting.
" Only now that I am in my 50s are the strange looks gradually giving way to "Oh, that's pretty cool!
Anyway, by the time 1997 rolled around and I learned and realized that I was-- indeed-- an HSP, I already had 20+ years of experience in dealing with being thought "weird and different."
Now, lest you should get any ideas, I am not
writing this to share some personal "boo-hoo-hoo, woe is me
" story, nor to try to persuade anyone that I am somehow "special.
" I am actually
writing this to illustrate-- especially
for those who are having a difficult time embracing being an HSP and feel "unprepared" to do so-- that some of the most ordinary
things in life actually do
prepare us to accept our sensitivity.
So, if you're struggling a bit, I encourage you to examine ways in which life have challenged you... and see whether there are lessons there that might help you become more at ease with being an HSP.
Talk Back! Leave a comment: Was it difficult for you to accept being an HSP? Is it still a struggle? In what ways? If you think a bit, what are some other (unrelated) differences you have had to deal with, in life? Can you see parallels with High Sensitivity?
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