Even just reading the word “sensitivity” is enough for some to imagine something needing extra care, perhaps wrapped in cotton wool or bubble wrap. Others may see it as weakness, a flaw, or even something to exploit. Take the phrase “sensitive skin” that needs special treatment as the normal way produces rashes and eczema. So what is like to have sesnitivity as a human trait in reality? Do we really need to take a tablet to block our tears that cry in empathy, such as those this week in Beruit? Do we need a cream to hide the scars we may inflict on ourselves, as ways to show our inner pains, which others think are weakness? Should we feel guilty for feeling anything?
When I was a kid I was frequently told off for being sensitive. The games my brother played were abusive, not fun, his hands touching my neck were strangulation, and his bedroom visits were as unwelcome as his taunting laughter with pointed finger. The girls at school telling anyone new “nobody is friends with Fiona”,to the humiliation for my hair loss with wig blowing off in a windy gust that followed a physical attack. At home watching television going from fine to floods of tears in seconds, sometimes headaches too, due to my empathetic nature wanted to protect the person or animal being hurt or experiencing something highly emotional. Were these really just my fault for being sensitive? Could I simply turn them off as may make others cry, and bring them down too?
The answer is no, and I say it again no. I tried to plug them and be”strong”, but pushing any emotion away just made my depression worse. I felt guilty and hated myself for caring so much. I felt like an alien sent to observe human behaviour, finding it hard to be part of their games as seemed to always end in humiliation, wars and bloodshed. The victor seemed to take great joy in crushing the enemy for being weak. Is human nature really so dark and twisted? We keep animals caged in the belief we are protecting them, but really need the same love and compassion as any living being.
The older I have become, the more I have seen humans treating their fellow humans, and the world around them as though they were their personal trash can. Having feelings is seen as wrong, and who cares as long as I am okay. Some even have god-like complexes and must be seen to make a difference, but hide the fact others are probably doing the real work, and they are taking all the praise, and letting their egos grow with all the praise. Some try to raise the voice of sensitivity, but get pills and hate thrown at them with equal measure. Even trying to give people a true social distance when out walking I get glares of wtf is she doing. I am no sheep following blindly, but respecting to respect the lives of my fellow humans. The wearing of a mask is seen as we are not going to get it, not we are trying to stop the spread of this virus together.
Sensitivity to the world I have learnt is not a weakness. It actually grounds me to it more to the world, and learnt more about hidden truths that way. Trusting my instincts is key. If something feels wrong, I know I need out now! If someone gives a certain energy, do not trust them one iota. Being out with nature, slow down and take my time, there is no real rush. Experiencing life with all my senses, and taking life day by day is how I live. I am not going follow another, take a tablet to block what is a big but of being Fi, just because it uses emotions. I have grown to love and respect that part of me, as helps me to be myself, as well as supporting the world around me with my skills and knowledge too. Hate or laugh at me all you like, but being sensitive is my gift to use and share as I choose.
© Fi S. J. Brown