Thank you for this. I’ve known all my life I’m different, but I thought it was just me. I’m the one that passed out in grade school when the kid next to me had just gotten a shot, come back into the room, and sat down next to. Next thing I knew, I was waking up on the floor. Imagine how I felt when the nurse asked me if I’d gotten a shot and I had to say no, but the person next to me did. Of course I’d faint when I got a shot, too. For a long time I wondered if it was the smell of alcohol that did it. Or why I passed out when I picked up my husband from the oral surgeon’s office after his procedure. He was obviously hurting and I went out like light. His first words in the recovery room were to call the nurse for help for me.

I’m also the one who closes her eyes and covers her ears when the music starts a crescendo in a movie theater and I know something horrible will happen next that I can’t bear to see or hear. And the one who wants to scream and run right out of Walmart while I’m waiting in line to pick up a prescription and a child starts screaming near me. And I’m that person who left Office Depot when some really loud music started on the store speakers and the manager said he had no power to turn it down. (I was the only customer left in the store near closing time.) I now know I’m a Highly Sensitive Person and there are others like me.

Christian, bereaved adoptive mom, blogger, amateur nature photographer, voracious reader. Married 54 years. Central Coast of California.

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