Life as a Highly Sensitive Person

Moving from self-hatred to self-acceptance.

I was three or four the first time my mother let me know my sensitive nature was not terribly convenient for her. While playing in our small sandbox, I frequently asked her to take off my navy blue Keds, dump out the sand, and then retie them. I imagine she was worn out by the repetition and one day, she said in exasperation, “You’re too sensitive!” Eve…