As I’ve been learning more about what it means to be an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person), I’ve started examining pretty much all of my little quirks under a highly-sensitve microscope. Everything I do, I think, “That must be because I’m an HSP.”
Here are a couple of the suspects:
1. Soggy food: I absolutely cannot eat soggy cereal or waffles (or any other soggy thing) without feeling ill. Even as I type this, I feel a little creepy. Once, when I was young, I put too much syrup on my waffles. As a punishment, my mom made me finish them anyway. It probably took a half hour. It was awful.
2. Oatmeal and grits: I think it’s safe to say that I have issues about food texture. Oatmeal and grits just feel awful in my mouth. Can’t eat them. Can’t be near someone eating them. Can’t think about them for too long. Oatmeal more so than grits, but grits are yucky, too. They’re all grainy, and then they get hard and flat if they start to cool off.
My dad recently told me that he also can’t be around people eating oatmeal. I didn’t grow up with my dad, and I only see him once or twice a year. So, making that little discovery was fun.
3. Nuts or fruit chunks in food: Okay, this one might not be as legit, but it still bothers me. Aside from the fact that I don’t like the taste of nuts, I can’t bear to be eating a nice chewy (NOT soggy) muffin, or something, and “crunch!” There’s a nut. If you’re going to be crunchy, be crunchy. If you’re going to be cake, be cake. You can’t be both!!!
As for the fruit chunks…when I make a smoothie, I use mango and peach pieces, along with yogurt, ice and some other fruit. On occasion, the fruit will not get thoroughly blended. When I drink my smoothie, then, there will be slimy surprise-chunks of fruit, destroying my ability to enjoy. I can’t just eat them. Oh no… those things get thrown out. Blah.
4. My cat: I love my cat. I have always been a cat person. Even so, I do not appreciate when she rubs all up against me, trying to force me to pet her. For that matter, I don’t even like to see her rub all over the side of the sofa, the door, or any other object that she deems worthy of petting her.
There are a few others, but I’ll just keep those to myself.
Seeing these in writing kind of makes me aware of how silly they are. I’m curious, though: do any other HSPs out there get bothered by the same types of stimuli?