The Sky is Falling: Here’s an Umbrella
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens – William Carlos Williams, “The Red Wheelbarrow” Many months ago, my son’s orthodontist suggested “tongue therapy.” We didn’t know such a thing existed,…
Life Before and After Learning I Have the HSP Trait
Unlike the other books, this particular book cover was facing outwards. Maybe it was serendipity. We were in an alternative bookshop in Totnes, Devon, UK, when my partner chanced upon Dr. Elaine Aron’s, “the Highly Sensitive Child, Helping Our Children…
Why, as an HSP, I Don’t Relate to the Word “Empath”
When I first found out I had the HSP Trait I was so relieved. I couldn’t believe how everything just fell into place. So much made sense to me now. Why I dreamed the way I did, why I could smell scents…
Only the Lonely: HSPs and Loneliness
I gazed out the window of the brownstone, wondering how many weekends I had spent alone. At twenty-six, I was living in Baltimore, my third floor apartment looking over trees on what used to be a block of regal homes.…
A Highly Sensitive Man on the Freedom of Self-Acceptance
Last Christmas (sounds like a song) I was sitting in a completely dark living room with my girlfriend. Not because we had no power, or thought it was nicer, but purely out of necessity; I could not bear anything anymore.…
A Place for Highly Sensitives
