I’ve seen very little talk about hyper empathy so here’s some examples of it:
it can feel like the emotions of others are permeating a space and/or spilling into you causing high anxiety even when they’re not directed towards you/you’re not expected to react to them.
some people experience it by not being able to handle world tragedies or negative news reports because they feel a highly personal connection to the pain in those people with no way to help them.
this is something that a lot of autistic people deal with, so it makes me sad that I’ve seen basically no information about it in the communities on here
I would write a lot about this right now but I don’t have the right words stored in my brain yet. But this is definitely a thing and I’ve been writing about it for years. It can be part of being ‘sensing’ which Donna Williams wrote a whole book about. It can also be part of other things. The writing is out there, it’s just hard to find unless you know where to look.
…Oh, wow, I had no idea some of these things were a hyper-empathy thing.
I often end up experiencing a feeling similar to sensory overload when I overhear people yelling angrily at each other. Or even, in some cases, when seeing angry back-and-forth conversations on Tumblr. Somehow I never managed to connect this to hyper-empathy, but it totally makes sense in retrospect.
When I was a kid whenever I broke pencil lead I had to rub the tip of the pencil to make it feel better. I still do this, but I’ve also gotten much better at not breaking the lead.
Here are a couple of crappy photos of doodles from work!
My boss told me today that he likes seeing the sketches as they evolve throughout the day. I told him that it helps me think and he totally understands.
aw yis
Here are a couple of crappy photos of doodles from work!
My boss told me today that he likes seeing the sketches as they evolve throughout the day. I told him that it helps me think and he totally understands.
aw yis
I am pretty sure that the guy behind me on the train was reading my Sonic rp post as I was writing it…
I wonder if he liked it.
I am pretty sure that the guy behind me on the train was reading my Sonic rp post as I was writing it…
I wonder if he liked it.
I totally got hit on while waiting for the train this morning. It was awkward. And the second someone else sat near us, the guy got up and left.
I just feel weird now.
I totally got hit on while waiting for the train this morning. It was awkward. And the second someone else sat near us, the guy got up and left.
I wanted to share what I wrote for this morning’s word war (I won, btw):
Limerick gave me a pointed look. I frowned. “What?” “You’re doing it again.” I looked at my hand. It was resting on the back of Limerick’s shoulders. “What, this?” His yellow eyes narrowed to thin lines of gold in a sea of black. “What do you think?” I petted him again, fingers dipping into the thick fur between his shoulder blades. “Cats usually like being petted, don’t they?” “You have no idea about cats, do you?” I actually didn’t know, since Mom never let me have a pet before, but shrugged. “You’re purring, anyway.” He blinked, eyes going from gibbous to full moon in surprise. “I – what?” And then he stopped to listen to himself, and there it was: a deep, rumbling purr in his chest. Limerick’s eyes went half-moon and glared up at me. “Stop. Stop this at once.” “You like it!” I stroked down the line of his spine. “Doesn’t your master ever pet you?” “No, of course not. Have a sense of propriety; I’m a Familiar, not a normal house cat!” “Sorry,” I said, but kept petting anyway. He didn’t move. Soon, he settled into a loaf next to my leg, eyes completely closed. “You’re a terrible person, Salmon Coal,” Limerick said. “Yeah, I’m the worst.” I moved up to scratching behind his ears, then down to his neck, rubbing the loose skin over muscle. “Ah, yes, scratch right at my neck there – thank you.” “You’re welcome.”
This is a reminder that I have a writing blog – gabapplewrites – and occasionally post bits of prose on my current novel’s tumblr account, salmoncoal
I wanted to share what I wrote for this morning’s word war (I won, btw):
Limerick gave me a pointed look. I frowned. “What?” “You’re doing it again.” I looked at my hand. It was resting on the back of Limerick’s shoulders. “What, this?” His yellow eyes narrowed to thin lines of gold in a sea of black. “What do you think?” I petted him again, fingers dipping into the thick fur between his shoulder blades. “Cats usually like being petted, don’t they?” “You have no idea about cats, do you?” I actually didn’t know, since Mom never let me have a pet before, but shrugged. “You’re purring, anyway.” He blinked, eyes going from gibbous to full moon in surprise. “I – what?” And then he stopped to listen to himself, and there it was: a deep, rumbling purr in his chest. Limerick’s eyes went half-moon and glared up at me. “Stop. Stop this at once.” “You like it!” I stroked down the line of his spine. “Doesn’t your master ever pet you?” “No, of course not. Have a sense of propriety; I’m a Familiar, not a normal house cat!” “Sorry,” I said, but kept petting anyway. He didn’t move. Soon, he settled into a loaf next to my leg, eyes completely closed. “You’re a terrible person, Salmon Coal,” Limerick said. “Yeah, I’m the worst.” I moved up to scratching behind his ears, then down to his neck, rubbing the loose skin over muscle. “Ah, yes, scratch right at my neck there – thank you.” “You’re welcome.”
This is a reminder that I have a writing blog – gabapplewrites – and occasionally post bits of prose on my current novel’s tumblr account, salmoncoal
