{"id":598,"date":"2013-08-27T17:17:38","date_gmt":"2013-08-27T23:17:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/ahappymedium\/?p=598"},"modified":"2013-08-27T17:19:47","modified_gmt":"2013-08-27T23:19:47","slug":"wag-more-bark-less","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/ahappymedium\/2013\/08\/wag-more-bark-less\/","title":{"rendered":"Wag More – Bark Less"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

\"\"<\/a>I lay on the red couch in my living room, my head on the tan pillows. Tears streamed silently down my face. I couldn\u2019t feel my arms, I was so numb. I could hear my husband, Chuck, happily singing in the kitchen. I heard him start the dishwasher and come towards the living room and so I quickly wiped my face. I hadn\u2019t worn any makeup that day, so I was safe from Alice Cooper eyes or smeared lipstick down my chin. Nonetheless, when you are married to your best friend who pretty much intuitively feels your moods without words, not even a mask can cover up the sad aura. I thought of the saying that we often think that the caged bird is singing, when it is really crying and I wondered why I was still hiding from my true self.<\/p>\n

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\u201cStop it,\u201d he gently scolded me. \u201cYou are way too sensitive,\u201d he said shaking his head. \u201cYou need to be more like me and say @#$#@$@$.<\/p>\n

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You are way too sensitive. Those words were like gasoline on an already blazing inferno. Those words were constantly used growing up, in school, in my corporate world, with boyfriends and with an ex-husband. I had decided long ago that my being too sensitive<\/em> was exactly who I was and not a disease or a negative fault.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHe called me fat, Chuck. And then called me a liar. You were there. You heard him. And now you are going to call me too sensitive?\u201d<\/p>\n

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That morning I had gone to the doctor because I couldn\u2019t lift my knee after a paranormal weekend at the Ohio State Reformatory. His diagnosis for me was being fat. You can see my video on it here<\/a>. And so even if I wasn\u2019t too sensitive, I think I would\u2019ve been sensitive. But no matter, I was devastated and everything after that put me in a funk. I text messaged girlfriends who didn\u2019t seem to offer much sympathy. I whined on Facebook<\/a> and received loving support, but it still did no good because my pride was bruised and now my sensitivity bone was spinning like the Price is Right wheel to numb, to mad, to sad and everything in between. Too sensitive? \u00a0Hmph.<\/p>\n

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Highly sensitivity is a normal trait, but often misunderstood and sometimes misdiagnosed. Those who are sensitive are often called dreamers and\/or a cry babies, but within the last ten years the empath trait is becoming much more known and understood, even in the science community.<\/p>\n

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Are you Sensitive?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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