HSPs are sensitive to their surroundings: smells, light, textures and temperature will upset them if they’re “off”. They feel intense sorrow at others’ pain and may cry over the news or when they see someone in distress. Even minor conflict may make them endlessly ruminate and/or feel physically ill. They find change stressful even when it’s positive, like taking a holiday. Their powers of perception are unusually high: they notice micro-expressions and can read tiny shifts in body language. They’re easily overstimulated, so parties, even if they know everyone there, leave them wired. They’re deep thinkers, constantly processing information.
I like to think of myself as a “highly sensitive person,” too. But I didn’t always feel that way.
It once bothered me to be the boy who always cried when I spoke about my father’s death, who grieved over a dead squirrel in the highway, who didn’t want to hurt the guy across the goal line when playing football.
Maturity has allowed me to be more comfortable with myself.
I now know that those of us who feel pain most intensely, also get to feel the “good emotions” profoundly, too.
I get to love more deeply.