Confessions of an HSP, Part 1

Confessions of an HSP, Part 1

I am coming out publicly as an HSP, a highly sensitive person.  I know that “my kind” is a minority and that we are generally misunderstood, especially we men.  Some of us were bullied mercilessly as children for being HSP.  We seem to refuse to “fit in.”  Others...
Confessions of an HSP, Part 1

Fear of Fear

My Aunt Virginia, whom I remember with great fondness, had agoraphobia, the fear of public places.  It caused her to isolate in her apartment and I’m sure led to my uncle divorcing her.  She was a sweet, wonderful woman paralyzed by fear.  There are many fears and...
Confessions of an HSP, Part 1

“Family Man”

I find it fascinating to hear how often our candidates for national office are being called “family men.”  What is a “family man” and how does that impart a higher character or make one a better public servant?  I think the term “family man” actually is rather...
Confessions of an HSP, Part 1

Sex: Use and Misuse

The primary purpose of sex from a biological perspective is, of course, procreation.   But there are many more purposes for human sexuality.  We use sex to relieve stress and tension.  Sex is also a great healer, sharing love and affection, the warmth and security of...
Confessions of an HSP, Part 1

Coach Mom

I delighted in seeing Michael Phelps’ mother during the Olympic Games.  Debbie Phelps appears to be one of those wonderfully centered women whose simple enthusiastic presence and clear empathy have made all the difference in Michael’s world.  She reminds me of my...