So the other day, in an effort to understand my first-born better, I came upon a website dedicated to The Highly Sensitive Person. Both my boys go ballistic if a tag inside their shirt is tickling their neck. But the Bear, in particular, has always been high-strung in certain ways. He never slept as a baby, and he still doesn’t. He got totally freaked out at Chicken Little. While he seems very mature and cool-headed at school, he can still be volatile at home, especially when he’s tuckered out. And tuckered doesn’t even begin to describe his state after long days at Watershed Daycamp this week.
So I took the child’s test on his behalf, and yup, the Bear scored as a definite Highly Sensitive Person. The Tiger came out more borderline, which is true: he’s a good sleeper, and his approach to intensity is much more relaxed than his brother’s. I don’t suppose that this knowledge can help me moderate the Bear’s behavior, but it may help me be more patient and understanding.
If I’m able, that is. While I was at it, I took the adult version of the quiz on my own behalf. (No, not that sort of adult; it’s safe for work.) I scored 20 out of 27, well above the minimum of 14. This explains why I’m so bothered by the cacophony in the elementary school’s cafeteria and gym. It points to why I’m such a shitty multitasker. And it illuminates why when the Bear loses it, I’m apt to lose my cool, too. Heck, I could hardly watch Chicken Little, myself.
I suspect my husband might score on the high end of the scale, too. (Sweetie, are you reading? Yoo hoo?) If so, it’d explain why we do so much better as lovers than as fighters.
I’m curious about how y’all come out, so if you take the quiz, please leave your results in comments! If you end up as neurotic as me, there’s a consolation prize: taking after the “Princess and the Pea” correlates loosely with intelligence. (In my case, I fear, very loosely.)
Daylily, blooming yesterday in my forlorn perennial bed.