His physical HSP drove me nutZ and vice versa. He was constantly noticing minor variations in brands of coffee, complaining about me wiggling my foot in his line of vision, bringing a pleasant hike to a sudden end because he was itchy etc. He couldn't understand how I could possibly relax and read a book if the living room was slightly messy or the kids were being noisy or he was feeling hungry etc.
I know I am being argumentative but it really wasn't his HSP so much as his intolerance and complaining, right? What if rather than not understanding you, he had been in awe of you? "That is so great that you can block things out and just relax." Wasn't it his judgment of you and unappreciation of your talents that was the problem?
Partly I wonder if I really am HSP but I know I never let my HSP issues get in the way of enjoying life. Rather I let them HELP me get more enjoyment. An itch, blister, etc would NEVER end a hike for me. The overwhelming enjoyment from being outside would more than compensate for any issue. I can sympathize a little with you in that I love laying out in the sun and XH was very pale and sensitive to the sun so he didn't like being in the sun with me. Although he didn't judge me and I didn't judge him, I just wished he could enjoy soaking up the sun as much as I did. Then again it was peaceful and relaxing to be out there on my own reading a great book or just enjoying a great summer day - the lushness of the green grass, cows grazing in the field, hawk calling and flying overhead, cloudwatching, etc. I MISS that.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads? ~Albert Camus
