Highly sensitives are aware of Divine truths, without ever having been formally told about them. They see the unseen, they know they unknown, and they put words to things others are afraid to talk about. They speak with irrevocable freedom, and provide instant healing around the mysteries of life, if only you step back and witness this in a way that allows room for these gifts to grow.
I’m the messy mom with the crazy hair
raising kids who “feel too deeply”.
Last weekend was my Grandfather’s funeral. I’m still recovering from this experience. It’s not just about processing the grief for myself. But also, all the ways his passing has impacted my 3 highly sensitive kids.
This is my confession. I feel like I can’t mom anymore. I see the truth, we don’t fit in anywhere. I wish someone else knew, as a parent of highly sensitives how damn hard it really is. Instead, I hide my tears and quietly mourn my broken pieces.
So many of these doctors want to test me. They see me, they look at me with empty eyes. They see a nuisance, a disruptive kid, a behavioral issue. I hear what he’s not saying, I see him rolling over textbooks of information, through lecture halls of data and diagnosis in his brain. I see him searching his labels, his list of symptoms… while he ignores my shining light. He talks to my mommy and she’s upset. I feel this in me. I feel the way she trembles, he’s speaking but she feels somethings not right… we both know this isn’t right.
I sit at a table with of 9 people who consider themselves to be my son’s school support. A child- study team of teachers, therapists, caseworkers, a social worker his father and I. We are on the brink of losing his Occupational Therapy (OT) services and I feel the spring of actual terror in my entire body.
My 4-year-old has been eligible for services through the state (NJ) since he was 2 years old. He is a child with obvious sensory processing issues and severe speech delays. He’s always had services available to him,