One of the things I’m going to push on this site is to know yourself. Do the research. Find others that have traits like yours. Investigate how they cope and function. Look for trade secrets.
It’s not that I think it’s necessary to label ourselves, or diagnose ourselves with disorders, or swallow whole the concepts presented by medical psychiatry – not that at all – but it can be useful to know some common terminology of personality traits in order to figure out how other people cope (so maybe we can steal their ideas -grin). And, yanno, it’s nice not to be all alone. Even loners like company, sometimes.
So this is a link to some stuff about Highly Sensitive People: http://hsperson.com/
And here’s a simple quiz: http://hsperson.com/test/highly-sensitive-test/
HSP’s might also be known as empaths. http://liveboldandbloom.com/08/self-improvement/empath-traits-of-highly-sensitive-person
Welcome to this new place, Wounded Not Sick. This is a special place where secrets and fears can be shared, and where being anonymous is encouraged, although certainly not required.
I’ll tell my secret first.
I’ve worked in medical mental health for a lot of years, and I believed that a lot of good happened there. But lately I’m starting to see a lot of less good is happening there, and I am frightened and disillusioned. What I see is that change for the better is not happening from within this broken system, and probably will never happen from within, because the system itself is self-perpetuating, and the honest truth is [insert drumroll] there is no money in curing mental illness. There is, sadly, money to be made diagnosing young people with chronic and persistent mental “illnesses” – schizoaffective disorders, mood disorders, and personality disorders.
Schizophrenia, bi-polar, borderline personality. Social anxiety. Antisocial tendencies.
Terms and labels that make us think of school shooters and crazy people pushing shopping carts and living under bridges and not functioning.
Let me tell you a secret.
Sometimes medical psychiatry causes people not to function. Sometimes miracle drugs look more like behavior control than good medicine.
Sometimes helping looks more like hurting.
And I lie awake in my bed at night wondering how I can continue to be a part of this.