Being an HSP, I grew up a Highly Sensitive Child as well. If I had a dollar for every time my mother said, “Stop being so sensitive!” I could have paid for a doctorate by now. Unfortunately, there was little to no understanding of HSPs at that time, and I was left feeling very alone and insecure in a world that seemed far too large and busy for me to process. Here I am 38 years later, a mother of three Highly Sensitive Children of my own, and not much has changed. I still find much of the world overwhelming to my system, and have had to learn to accept myself and work toward building a life that suits me, one I thrive in rather than shrink from. It’s a work in progress.
For me, being HSP means I am easily over stimulated, tire quicker than the average person, and feel on a much deeper level than most people understand. It means others can have a hard time relating to me, and because I am so painfully aware of the feelings and perceptions of others, I know when they “just don’t get it”. I am far more empathic than most people, and for me that often translates into literally carrying another person’s emotions in my own body and aura. So I feel your pain as if it were mine. I feel your anger as if it were mine. And so on. And yet, I know it’s not mine, and the usual steps one would take to express that emotion are not open to me since it didn't originate with me. I’ve had to learn a lot of alternative ways of processing and grounding this emotional debris that gets caught in my energy field, which although it’s been challenging at times, is ultimately a good thing. In addition to all this, I have disproportionate reactions to light, sound, texture, and more. Well, disproportionate compared to someone else. For an HSP, these reactions are right in line. Our very touchy nervous system is always on high alert, and what sounds like white noise to you is an instrument in inhumane torture to me.
The upside of HSPism is that I’m undeniably creative, articulate, conscientious, and intuitive. I often know something’s coming long before anyone else around me. While it can be used to give me or those I care about time to prepare, the truth is that it’s still very hard to get people to listen. My husband and children know me well enough and have seen this wisdom born out over time, so they are the exceptions to the rule. Carrying the burden of being able to see and know things other people don’t is not a superpower or a delight. It’s often wearisome and depressing. And while I experience clairvoyance, clairsentience, claircognizance, and clairaudience on a regular basis, to me this is nothing extreme. It’s just everyday life. And I think there are perfectly logical explanations for much of that experience, even if we haven’t touched on them completely yet.
Because I’m HSP, I have a skill for helping people, for listening, for advising, for shouldering the weight of emotions and giving support and comfort. I use that in all kinds of ways, as a wife and mother, a friend, and very specifically as a reader. But as I’ve been known to tell clients before, I’m not a dog and pony show. I’m not here to astound anyone with my psychic gifts or tell you what color shirt your grandma will wear on Tuesday. I’m here to help, to guide you through challenging times so you don’t have to walk alone, to support you in good times while you work on going to the next level of your personal and spiritual growth, and to hold a place of healing and acceptance for you at all times.
So, all of that said, if you see yourself in any of this rambling, you may be an HSP, too. Or maybe you see these traits in someone you love like your sibling or child. You can take the self-test and other tests here to find out. And if you do find that you or someone you know is moving through this minefield of stimulus with the grace of a raw nerve ending, then here are some crystal companions you can work with to help out.