My dear friend and fellow HSP C, sent me the link to this Huffington Post. Of course I related to all of the points except for the one about team sports. I quite like team sports, as long as it is the right team. Yes, right team, like that’s not hard to achieve.
But what I was more intrigued by was the comments. One comment was:
“As a MH Counselor – I also see a high correlation of high sensitivity in clients with addictions and ADHD – (if they don’t learn to manage it well – addictions serve them as a ‘fix’) ADD’ers are also tactile and sensitive to the texture of clothing, foods, shoes (hate them!) and sheets. Many parents don’t realize this – but its often the root of tantrums. . . same with sound sensitivity.
Glad to see a public article on this!”
So interesting, especially the part about tantrums. I wonder what this would look like in action. I know I’m very sensitive to clothing textures, food, and shoes– wow, the shoes thing, this may explain why I like to wear flip-flops in winter and Dee also does the same exact thing. I also have a tendency to walk around barefooted even in the winter, and I love the texture of smoothies (smooth, duh). It’s so strange finding out all these oddball things about you are functions of your own not typical brain, except that thousands of other people also share a similar not so typical brain. I’m not sure what to make of that. Just yesterday, I received compliments from L for my outfit, and my first reaction was to tell her how the cardigan was made of wool and was quite itchy. It bothered me very much and so I was often rolling up my sleeves. In fact, I do that even with comfortable cardigans. It makes it easier for me to get work done, play piano, feel at ease. I guess it’s not as random as I thought it was. Well, is anything really that random? I wonder if you could un-randomize a dice toss. Now that would be a fun research topic. Or maybe just a tedious and frustrating one. Or both.
There are so many changes happening for me this week. On Monday I interviewed, and Thursday I got reprimanded by the B, embarrassingly so, and also at the same time he told me my time was extended. I didn’t know what to make of it, and I wasn’t that thrilled, especially since I was so disappointed in myself and in him for pointing out my mistake. Of course, being the conniving person he is, he promptly invited me back in to get my opinion on another item, and that left me a little more assured in his confidence in me. I don’t know. I’m still disappointed, if I think about it too much. It’s hard, not to dwell on things, you know? And then I also applied for school, in LB. I’ll hear back in a month. We also interviewed a new girl, V, on Wednesday, and she’s moving in this weekend. J is leaving for another town too. The world keeps moving, and March is quickly settling into the scene, and I’m not ready yet. I don’t know why I’m not ready, but I’m not. I feel like I want to pause things, get my thoughts together, and spend some time reflecting on everything that has happened. I want to let all the conflicting feelings take their place upon the stage and leave as quickly as they came, like birds settling gently upon the bough of a tree and then swiftly flying away.