Today, my sensitivity isn't a hindrance, it's my guide: I write daily poetry on twitter, I paint, and I share my candid perspective in essays like this one and in my upcoming novel. I work with the homeless when I can, connect with other moms of special needs children, and spend a lot of time trying to parent from my gut. Sensitivity is a heavy burden -- because it's made of gold.
When I was a teenager I would look forward to the coming school year with new books, pencils, erasers, and the whole schmear. I would go to class, write in my new books, but when I had one mistake, it was over. I was the best little girl in the world and had to be perfect. I couldn't just toss it off. I had to start again.