Throughout most of my life I have been told by others, “Don't be so sensitive.” I have always easily cried when I have been emotionally hurt by others. It may have been something as simple as the school nurse not believing I was sick enough to go home, or as I got older, a coworker yelling at me. Now crying in these situations does not really make sense considering first of all, I was an overachiever who never wanted to miss school, and secondly, I know that it is considered unprofessional to cry at work. As embarrassing as it is, I have cried at about four of the jobs I have had for mostly reasons due to my feelings being hurt, or feeling so stressed out that tears manifested themselves. I can see why sensitivity to my extreme may be viewed as a weakness to others, but it is also a major part of my personality and spirit.
My teachers were very receptive to how intune I was to their needs and the needs of my classmates. This trait is most likely why I was labeled a teacher's pet. I enjoyed being helpful by passing out papers or organizing their desks. It came naturally to me. Even now, I still try to anticipate the needs of others. It might be waiting longer in order to hold the door for a stranger, or letting someone cross in front of me as I pull into a grocery store parking lot. I worry a lot, and a lot of my worries are about other people. Sensitivity is ingrained in me, and it makes others around me sensitive to it. But I don't think it is something I can or want to change.
Copyright 2011 Tanya Weitzel
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