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I used to think my greatest weakness was my sensitivity. I thought it was a flaw. Now I see it as a superpower. It might even be my greatest strength.
I’ve always been an overly sensitive, emotional, and passionate person. Some call it an HSP (Highly Sensitive person). Since I was a child I was a bit of an oddball, an introvert, a non-social hermit type who preferred being alone or with cats than with most humans. (Hey, I still am!)
I am also highly sensitive to loud noises, odd sounds in the night, loud or constant barking dogs, bright fluorescent lights, traffic jams, babies screaming, large crowds, cars honking, animals and people in distress (well, mainly animals) and of course the ‘Save the Animal’ commercials.
Are all these sensitivities weaknesses?
Now I think they are. NOT! They are just part of who I am. This might even be in my DNA.
The irony is that this sensitivity might be my best quality too.
My sensitivity might have all stemmed from Jr. High School. When I was in 7th grade I was bulled horribly. The bullies threatened me often, saying, “you think you’re soooo cool’. Actually it was the opposite. I was scared and painfully insecure most of the time.
So, they had it wrong.
I was an overweight, pimply, self conscious, at times paranoid, weird (yet very creative kid) living with a drug addicted sister and who had parents who were violent with each other at home.
In school, I felt like a misfit, always writing poems, wearing black, playing my guitar on the grass under a tree, journaling, daydreaming, staying a healthy distance from most of the kids, and — wishing I could disappear.
I felt nothing like COOL. I was just very sensitive.
The bullies would scream: ‘We’re gonna KILL YOU after school!’
So, I was almost killed for my sensitivity.
I kept my distance from most kids, even hiding in bathroom stalls a lot in between classes. I created my own world for my “safety’’.
My favorite peaceful time was hurrying home to the safety of my house after school, grabbing my guitar and serenading myself with music.
Teaching myself music was the life boat in my sea of misery. Making beautiful sounds come out of my fingers on the guitar and out out of my lips when I sang might have saved me.
My parents didn’t validate me by saying “Hey, That’s cool that you’re so sensitive.” They subconsciously shamed me. They were both more ‘social’ people.
They didn’t get me.
So, I always thought this ‘sensitivity to life’ was a liability — a bad thing.
Funny, but two of my friends and my therapist said that this same sensitivity is my greatest asset