Comments on: Games Without Frontiers

By: Marianne

Marianne — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 02:03:03 +0000

I spent most of my childhood and teen years being told that I was too sensitive. I still balk when people tell me to grow a thicker skin. I’ve never seen than test before but just did it suddenly I feel like I’m part of a lovely club, rather than just feeling like I’ve failed at growing that thick skin. Thank you. xx

By: Kirsten

Kirsten — Sat, 29 May 2010 18:58:14 +0000

I don’t have HSP, but I had ADHD my whole life, and I didn’t find out till I was in my 40′s. My parents just thought I was “antsy,” LOL.

By: Will Conley

Will Conley — Thu, 27 May 2010 14:52:44 +0000

Good post, Emma. Glad you finally got around to it. You were the one who introduced me to the term “HSP”, as you know, and I am grateful it exists.

By: Emma

Emma — Thu, 27 May 2010 05:58:44 +0000

Thank you, Mel. Yes, sometimes we do!

By: Mel

Mel — Wed, 26 May 2010 09:40:12 +0000

Oh Emma, what a great post. And sometimes we just need to shut the door.

By: Emma

Emma — Wed, 26 May 2010 03:45:21 +0000

@ Jim — Ah, yes, I can imagine how insane that must have been for you and for your father. Thank you for coming out with me, as it were.
@ Wendee — You handle it so very well! I may ask for some advice…
@ Persephone — Yes, ma’am. Anytime you need some insight, here I am.

By: persephone

persephone — Wed, 26 May 2010 02:29:31 +0000

All right. I am starting to see why you think Bet might be your child. Maybe, someday, he’ll be able to articulate a post like this.

By: Wendee

Wendee — Tue, 25 May 2010 18:24:59 +0000

Me and my guy, we’re *both* your people. Totally. Hugs to you, Emma.
I wish more people would – if not understand – at least respect that desperate need to find long stretches of deeply quiet solitude. [sigh] Thanks for writing this.

By: Jim Mitchem

Jim Mitchem — Tue, 25 May 2010 18:02:02 +0000

The only memory of my biological father from my childhood is when he took me to see the Firecracker 500 in Daytona. I must have been 5. I was ok watching him drink and smoke with everyone else in the baking sun, but when the cars started up – I freaked. A few laps around the track, and I was a mess. I don’t remember much after that except being back home. Imagine being a father taking his namesake to a grand event like that and having to leave early to take the snot-nosed brat back to his mama.

HSP. I’m with ya babe. Thanks for sharing this post.