Underneath my yellow skin

Five month anniversary

A few hours after this post goes up, it’ll be the five-month anniversary of my medical trauma. That’s astonishing to me because I didn’t think I’d make it past the third month, but not for health reasons. Healthwise, I’m lucky that I haven’t taken any sustained damage. I have been checked out and given a… Continue Reading

Family dysfunction is getting old

I talked in my last post about two letters I’d read in Care & Feeding (Slate), one right after the other. They had to do with highly sensitive people and how parents/grandparents reacted to them. The third and fourth letters were about gender identity and closely related. The third letter is from a mom grieving… Continue Reading

Too sensitive, my yellow ass

All my life, I’ve been told I’m too sensitive. Mostly by my mother as a way to manipulate my emotions. That might not be her intent, but that’s the effect, which is more important in the end. I learned quickly as a kid that my emotions didn’t matter–and more to the point, I was not… Continue Reading

Chuck out the framework entirely

I can’t stop thinking about my brother saying of course I didn’t like movies because I was two steps ahead of the plot at all times (because of my high sensitivity to people’s emotions). Funnily enough, that’s why I enjoy mystery books–because I know who the perp is halfway into the novel. I usually know… Continue Reading