Sensitive Much? Un Sea Related Days

What a day. I got to the end of year 10 and wow was it all done for me? That Friday feeling. I caught up with old colleagues. I read some things online during the break and had my usual thoughts. Of course, I google sensitivity. Of course, I read about how the Victorians apparently medicalised sensitivity as hysteria. Where to begin? 

I am sensitive. Apparently. I wasn't allowed to know I was sensitive. At least this is how I perceive it. I didn't work out I had any sort of emotional sensitivity until I was around 30 when I read Aron's book The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Survive and Thrive When The World Overwhelms You. 

I think I am not alone in feeling that frustration with a culture that perceived any sensitivity as a weakness. How many times have I been told to be less or that my interests are obsessive in some way, and my emotions are too intense. It has caused me no end of pain. 

I nearly cried over a character who had their feelings laughed at because he wrote intense and deep poetry. I also discovered that Nelson's letters to Emma Hamilton were edited because the Victorians (those people again)  didn't think that the level of sentiment he showed wasn't appropriate to a military leader. How can people do these things? How can you take the humanity and authenticity of another human being's love away from them? I mean sure Nelson is a straight white male, not that straight or gay existed in his time, but rigid gender norms, and expectations mean you can't even be a little sensitive? 

I am no fan of British stoicism. No stoicism here.