There have been so many times that I have wanted to deny, or have been in denial, the fact that I am highly sensitive.
I mean, it just doesn’t go down well to be a sensitive male in our macho-dominated culture.
To put it into perspective, I just started a new job where all of a sudden I was handed a great deal of responsibility.
Not being accustomed to such responsibility, I have found myself feeling so overwhelmed that I feel like I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Many, if not most people, chase the dollars and take on the burdens to do so. I simply cannot. The dollars don’t mean a great deal to me, and the pain is too much to bear.
Being sensitive means that when I’m under the pressure, drinking what would amount to most as a small amount of wine will really loosen me up. But it’s only temporary, and too much reliance on it has further repercussions the following day.
I know I can’t continue this, and know there are plenty of other opportunities more suitable. But it certainly has taught me a bit about my sensitivity threshold. It’s such a shame that very, very few people understand. Imagine trying to explain to the average Joe or Jill that my sensitivity limits my job potential – they’d think I was just a lazy bum!