HSP Podcast #11: I Hate Being Highly Sensitive

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Why can’t I ever be happy with the way things are? Why do little things bother me? Why do I complain so much?

Why can’t I be normal?

These feelings make me angry at myself. Why can’t I just suck it up and deal with small annoyances? Why can’t I just relax and have fun? Why are things so hard for me and easy for everyone else?

This is the episode I warned you about last week-the really negative one where I say the word “hate” like 100 times.

In Episode 11 of the Highly Sensitive Person Podcast, I talk about the dark feelings I sometimes have about being highly sensitive and introverted. And of course, I talk about some positive stuff, too. If you are turned off by negativity, skip this one. But if you sometimes beat yourself up over the way you are, maybe this will give you some comfort to know you aren’t alone.

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HSP Podcast #10: HSP & Animals

I got a dog about 6 months ago-it’s the first time I’ve ever cared for an animal in my life. It’s been a fulfilling and fun experience. I care so much for this little fluffy creature!

In Episode 10 of the Highly Sensitive Person Podcast, I talk about how HSPs can have deep connections to animals due to our empathy and ability to pick up on non-verbal signals.

Resources mentioned in the podcast: This post by Dr. Elaine Aron about what HSPs can get from animals.

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And here’s my dog.

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HSP Podcast #09: Scary Horror Movies? NOPE

hsp ep9 smI am highly sensitive to violence and horror. I learned early in life that I don’t want anything to do with scary movies. Friends would sometimes tease me and try to convince me to watch, thinking it was not a big deal. But having disturbing scenes burned into my brain for life is a big deal!

In Episode 9 of the Highly Sensitive Person Podcast, I talk about how certain movies or TV shows make me anxious, scared, and uncomfortable-so much that I can’t sleep at night, including the one movie I will never, ever watch again.

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I Never Watch Horror Movies

Qchuckie 2When I was a kid, my parents didn’t let me watch R-rated movies.

So, of course, that meant I really wanted to watch R-rated movies.

I remember going to a friend’s house for a sleepover, maybe in middle school. All us girls sat in the living room and watched the recently released horror movie Pet Semetary. I was excited to see my first R movie. [Read more…]

Robin Williams, Suicide, and Depression

I was shocked and saddened when I heard that Robin Williams ended his life this morning, as I’m sure we all were.

I wasn’t an especially huge fan of his, but I liked the guy. He’s been around my entire life. I remember watching Mork and Mindy as a kid.

To hear that someone ended their life makes me hurt. Because I think-imagine how incredibly bad someone must be hurting to take such a drastic step. The raw, sharp, suffocating pain that must cloud their every moment, to where they feel like they can’t go on another second, that the only escape is to end their life. To end the pain. To be done with this.

Robin Williams was famous for being a goofy funnyman. His death puts a familiar face on the affliction of depression. We ask ourselves, how can someone who seemed to have a great life-we presume-still be so desperately unhappy? What hope do the rest of us have?

And it’s so desperate, so final. When I hear about a suicide, sometimes I think, “Why couldn’t someone help them?” or “This person was married and had kids-how could their spouse and family not know they were in trouble?” But I understand. The pain is so private. Even having a wonderful family life still sometimes cannot stop the demons from haunting you inside your own head.

I am so, so, sad for someone I didn’t even know in person, sad for his family, and sad for humans that we have to deal with the darkness of depression.

I’ve written about a possible connection between high sensitivity and depression before. Us HSPs ruminate over things ad nauseum. We have empathy for other creatures’ pain. We feel emotions more intensely, good and bad. Williams once described himself as “introverted, quiet, and absorbent.”

But we cannot bear the injustices of the world on our shoulders. We can’t hold on to every mean thing anyone has said to us, every failure, and every bad experience. We have to learn to let go and realize that we can’t fix the world, and that striving for a constant state of “happiness” is impossible. No one is happy 100% of the time.

I was inspired to write something about his passing today because I had such a strong reaction. I’m not sure there was really a point to this post, other than just letting it out. If you know someone you suspect may be depressed or isolated, maybe reach out to them today to see how they are doing.

R.I.P.

Related: Compassion Fatigue & Dr. Sophia Yin

Further reading: Robin Williams’ Death Underscores Connection Between Creativity, Depression And Addiction

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Emotional cutting: reading things that make me sad

emotional cuttingA couple months ago, I fostered a dog and ended up adopting her. It was my first experience ever caring for a pet. It was like a whole new world for me, and I found myself reading tons of online articles about dogs and watching YouTube videos on training, grooming, health….and dog rescues.

I began following a number of local dog rescues on Facebook and enjoyed hearing about animals that were found, fostered, and adopted. It makes your heart feel full to see a neglected animal in the arms of their new family, healthy and cared for.

Then I discovered a page made specifically to help dogs at a high-kill shelter.

On this page, there are pleas for individual dogs where people can pledge money in hopes that a rescue organization will get the dog out of the shelter. It’s uplifting when someone posts “Rescued!” or “Adopted!” on that particular dog’s comments.

But then, sometimes, it says “RIP”. It means the dog wasn’t saved in time. It was euthanized.

It is so hard to look at a photo of a dog and know it is dead. It makes my heart hurt.

Jim says to me, “Why are you looking at this page? You just know it’s going to make you sad.” And of course, he’s right.

And I don’t really get it either. WHY do I do it? I plan on fostering another dog soon, and I love to see when dogs are saved, but why do I continue to go back to this page when I know it will make me sad because more have been killed?

Then, a few days ago….was the first one that made me cry. It was a tiny, terrified chihuahua in a cage. Normally, I’m not a big fan of chihuahuas, but the way he was imploring the camera, crouching in fear, his big black eyes so full of the desire for someone to care for him made me burst out crying and my heart ache…Because he was killed. I saved that photo of him in his cage here, if you want to see. But don’t click if you think it will make you too sad, since he is now gone.

I just keep looking at this picture. Over and over. Looking into his eyes….like I can feel his fear. . . . .

I get angry about these high kill shelters and have fleeting, passionate thoughts about starting a rescue organization or volunteering at one, or finding a way to foster many more dogs, but none of those things are practical. I do think, “someday I am going to make a difference. I have to do something about this.”

Why do I keep visiting this page? Do I want to feel the hurt?

An anonymous commenter on this blog left some great insight that helped me understand why I do this.

Looking at photos of dogs on the dog rescue Facebook pages confirms to myself that it is an important issue to me-and the pain functions as the sign that it is important.

Regarding the chihuahua-I didn’t want his life to be invisible. I didn’t want him to die without anybody caring about his life and death. His sadness and pain didn’t disappear when he died; I felt it for him.

Criticism and insults cut so deep

crumbling smallBeing overly sensitive to criticism is a huge topic, and one that comes up all the time, especially when people first learn about high sensitivity.

I always put off writing about it because it was so vast. But now I have a story.

Today my husband and I were bantering about something, just joking around. But then he went too far and said something hurtful. I don’t even know if he realizes how deeply it hurt me.

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Fearing (Other Peoples’) Death

Downer Time!! I think you can tell from the title that this isn’t going to be a bright and sunny post.

So…I have been very fortunate in my life thus far that I have not lost anyone close to me.

But I know that someday that will change.

And that scares me so much.

I don’t know if other women do this, but there have been some times I’ve let my brain go and imagine some dark scenarios, like- what would I do if my husband died? My mind starts going and going and eventually I’m so upset that I’m crying. It’s so dumb! I’ll say to him tearfully, “Don’t die.” And he’ll roll his eyes and say, “Stop thinking about that stuff!! You’re getting yourself all worked up.”

I know that someday someone I care about a lot is going to die, and just the passing thought of that makes my stomach feel like a knot.

I don’t know how I will handle it. I think it will be a pain that it too great to bear. I dread it, and I know it is coming.

But what good does it do to worry about it now, right?

I am just scared of the pain that I know I will feel someday. It’s going to hurt sooooo bad.

World Cup: I have so much empathy for sport disappointments

I watched the Brazil v. Chile game yesterday, which ended in penalty kicks. It was down to one guy-if he MISSED the goal, Chile lost and was out of the tournament.

If you start watching at 7:00, you can see it here.

Watching this made me so sad for the guy that I had tears in my eyes. It instantly makes my heart hurt a little.

It starts with the fact that he gives the ref a quick smile when he is handed the ball. Of course I’m reading into things (I am an HSP after all) but it seems like a nervous, sincere smile that’s either saying “Yikes, here we go!” or “I can’t believe this is happening!” Either way, that smile was super endearing to me. I instantly liked the guy.

Then he kicks and the ball hits the post and misses. It’s over.

The next shot of his face…oh. It hits me in the heart. He looks stunned. Like he can’t believe what just happened.

I don’t know how these players handle so much pressure. They train their entire lives and this is the biggest tournament. Then it comes down to one moment, and his kick lost it all for his team and his country.

If I was him, of course I’d be mad at myself. I think I’d think about that kick every damn day. “How could I miss??” Analyzing everything I could have done differently.

While watching this on TV, and seeing the Brazilian team and thousands of fans rejoicing, I just felt so, so sorry for this guy. It doesn’t seem fair that a loss comes down to one individual person in a team sport. (He wasn’t the only guy who missed-but it feels like it’s his fault since he was last.)

I’ve always been very moved by emotional sports moments. If I watch highlights of a tournament-even in a sport I don’t follow-my eyes often fill with tears. I grew up in Michigan and was a huge Detroit Red Wings fan in my late teens. There were a few years where I watched every game and knew everything about the players. At the time, the star player was the captain, Steve Yzerman. Everyone loved him. Years later, his retirement ceremony was on TV, where they retired his number-I bawled my eyes out! Like a baby! Sobbing while I watched his former teammates talk about what a wonderful leader he was. Why was I so emotional?

When the Japanese team won the last women’s World Cup in 2011, only a few months after the devastating tsunami, how could you not be moved?…Even if you’re not into soccer?

Something about sports really touches me. I think it’s the pure passion and effort that athletes put into their performance. The fact that people are working together, earnestly toward a shared goal. They are trying so hard. That want it SO bad. Their emotions are so sincere-the pain of loss and the elation of winning.

How can you not feel their pain?

Anger is an emotion, too

cutest dogWith all this talk about how us HSPs feel emotions so deeply, I’m reminded that not all these emotions are sanguine.

I had a run-in with anger the other day.

Sigh. I don’t want to admit what I’m about to admit, because, of course, in retrospect, it sounds so stupid and irrational.

Last week, I went to the dog beach with my dog and some old friends I haven’t seen in ages. We had a great time and my dog was awesome-she was so funny and everyone loved her as she ran around.

We got home and I bathed her. She behaved so well!

Then, after the bath, she was running around the living room, hopped up on the couch, and peed on the couch with me standing right there.

I was FURIOUS.

She is housetrained. There is no reason for her to pee inside the house, and especially not on the freaking couch. We have wood and tile floors everywhere, so the ONLY place she could f-up would be the couch. My nice couch.

To make things worse, two days earlier she threw up on the couch (after eating beverage coasters during the night!), and I had *just* finished scrubbing and cleaning the cushion thoroughly, only having put it back that day.

And we had had such a great day together!! She had a blast at the beach! I was feeling like a blissful dog owner and then she comes and pisses on the couch right in front of me.

All of these things together led to a red-hot, outrageous, unreasonable anger. I was so fucking furious.

And boy, did I yell at her. I didn’t hit her, but since I’m honest here, there was a part of me that wanted to smack her a little bit. I could feel it burning inside me-and I even recognized what was happening and that it was unreasonable-but I still felt it. I wanted her to know she did something wrong. How the hell could she do this? After we had such a great day? After I give her so much care and love? And after I had just cleaned the cushion? She had just peed outside a half hour ago! She knows better! Why, why, why???

I had to walk away. I told Jim I was so angry that I was almost shaking. I hated the way I felt, I knew it was unreasonable to feel that way, but of course I couldn’t stop it. I felt ashamed, too. How can this happen to me? I knew Jim would help me calm down.

To help me get over it, we left and got dinner outside the house, leaving the pup at home. I hardly said a word for a long time. Finally, the dark cloud started to fade. It was weird-I was worn out from those intense feelings. I was actually tired.

I want to mention that it is extremely rare for me to feel this angry. (btw-I don’t need to be chastised for feeling an urge to thwap my dog. I didn’t follow through with it, so I don’t need the shame. Save it. I already feel bad.)

I think the reason I was so over-the-top angry was because I felt a betrayal. I am very connected to her. We had such an intense day together, experiencing really high highs of fun and joy. Now obviously my dog was not set out to betray me. Of course I know that. But for some stupid reason, I couldn’t help but feel personally hurt when she pissed on the couch. I thought we had an understanding!

If the dog was human, this is what I would have said to her: “After all I do for you-everything-and after having an amazing day together, this is what you do?”

You might be thinking I’m crazy and assigning all sorts of human emotions to an animal. I fully realize this. I know it’s irrational. But my point is that anger isn’t rational. The feeling swept me up like a swelling wave.

A non-HSP probably would have taken the situation for what it was. The dog just had an accident on the couch. They might also be mad, but probably wouldn’t have felt the irrational betrayal and disappointment that I felt. Jim wasn’t angry at all, in fact.

Do you feel anger very intensely?