Highly Sensitive People HSP Community Group
The highly sensitive person (or HSP) is someone who cares deeply about everything ... feels emotions with great intensity ... is highly conscientious ... has a rich and complex inner life ... is very intuitive ... is often creative in a variety of ways... is easily overwhelmed and/or overstimulated. A HSP needs lots of quiet time,space, and freedom. If this sounds...
I have made so many discoveries throughout life, as a HSP, and having children who in their own ways are also HSP. Some are wonderous and some are too much...
My daughter who is also highly empathic, also has such a strong connection with animals. A stray dog showed up at a friends house. This stray went immediately to my daughter and bonded. It is obviously an abandoned pet. Very matted and tick infested. When we left that night, the dog went right behind my daughter, jumped in the car and curled up. I had to quite physically remove the dog back to my friend in order to leave. My daughter cried all the way home. It was heart wrenching and even more so as my daughter and I share a fairly strong telepathic bond.
Even though I know we are not financially able to truly care for this dog and I have very strong rules about animals being given the life they naturally should lead...I told my daughter, if the dog is still there when we visit the friend next, if we can get him cleaned up, and find a way to happily have him on our property, it would be a consideration.
When we returned to my friend's home, the dog was still there. When my daughter exited the car, he got so excited, his tail wasn't wagging, it was going in circles like a helicopter. With the help of some of my family there, we removed the matting, gave him a bath and a good dose of flea and tick medication. My daughter was happy that progress was being made and said, "I won't cry on the way home tonight". Once again, when we went to leave, the dog jumped in the car and curled at my daughter's feet. This time, the dog didn't even want to allow us to pick him up and remove him. We all exited the car and still he stayed. He would not leave until my daughter was all the way to the house and then jumped out of the car and came to the patio. My friend had to practically hold the dog while we got in the car to return home. My daughter was so upset and afraid she would cry again.
The dog is still at my friends and we check in each day. I am working on a "real world" solution to get the dog to our home. This situation just really drove home to me how much I both love and hate that my children are so much like me....how sometimes I think their lives would be easier not to be... I hate feeling their pain, knowing there is so little I can do to prevent them from what is the "real world"...
No matter how much I love them, no matter how much I try to instill confidence in who they are, it is just not always easy being a HSP the way our society works.....even for me...finding the balance between knowing what is possible in my own household and this obvious bond with my daughter and this dog...is daunting.
My daughter who is also highly empathic, also has such a strong connection with animals. A stray dog showed up at a friends house. This stray went immediately to my daughter and bonded. It is obviously an abandoned pet. Very matted and tick infested. When we left that night, the dog went right behind my daughter, jumped in the car and curled up. I had to quite physically remove the dog back to my friend in order to leave. My daughter cried all the way home. It was heart wrenching and even more so as my daughter and I share a fairly strong telepathic bond.
Even though I know we are not financially able to truly care for this dog and I have very strong rules about animals being given the life they naturally should lead...I told my daughter, if the dog is still there when we visit the friend next, if we can get him cleaned up, and find a way to happily have him on our property, it would be a consideration.
When we returned to my friend's home, the dog was still there. When my daughter exited the car, he got so excited, his tail wasn't wagging, it was going in circles like a helicopter. With the help of some of my family there, we removed the matting, gave him a bath and a good dose of flea and tick medication. My daughter was happy that progress was being made and said, "I won't cry on the way home tonight". Once again, when we went to leave, the dog jumped in the car and curled at my daughter's feet. This time, the dog didn't even want to allow us to pick him up and remove him. We all exited the car and still he stayed. He would not leave until my daughter was all the way to the house and then jumped out of the car and came to the patio. My friend had to practically hold the dog while we got in the car to return home. My daughter was so upset and afraid she would cry again.
The dog is still at my friends and we check in each day. I am working on a "real world" solution to get the dog to our home. This situation just really drove home to me how much I both love and hate that my children are so much like me....how sometimes I think their lives would be easier not to be... I hate feeling their pain, knowing there is so little I can do to prevent them from what is the "real world"...
No matter how much I love them, no matter how much I try to instill confidence in who they are, it is just not always easy being a HSP the way our society works.....even for me...finding the balance between knowing what is possible in my own household and this obvious bond with my daughter and this dog...is daunting.
He does 'telecommute' to his work, so he is able to handle being alone during the day. He has had friends, but not a large group of them at one time, just a few close ones. He is still like that. He is quiet. He is a great son, husband. He used to spend a lot of 'alone' time in his room just reading. He is a very serious.
I gave him a gift one time - it was a framed print that said - "Character is doing what's right when nobody is Looking." He has it in his home office. That says a lot about him and he knows it.
I read so many comments here from people who have really been mentally abused by their families for being the way that they are. I think if we can just be loving and understanding and caring as parents while we're pushing them to be stronger and able to deal with the realities of the world we'll be doing the right thing.