#Trauma of the gifted child

[embassyrowprojectonline]

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[itsthetism]

when they think they can hurt me, but i have an emotionally immature mum and an emotionally unavailable dad

#abandonment issues #academic validation #childhood trauma #daddy issues #burnout #eldest daughter syndrome #family issues #former gifted kid #gifted kid burnout #glass child #mental health #mommy issues

[thepeacefulgarden]

#people pleasing #fawning #codependency #unmet needs #trauma #recovery #parenting #highly sensitive people #generational trauma #pleasure to have in class #gifted child #old soul #anxiety

[pain-is-my-game]

Every time that I make a mistake I feel like I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. I was supposed to be better than this. Why am I not better than this? What happened to that golden child who could do now wrong? The person that everyone looked up to? She was never there in the first place. And I know that. But who am I if I'm not perfect?

#i will never care if you reblog #i hate it here #i wish that i was better than this #questioning npd #npd safe #vent #tw vent #cw vent #eldest daughter syndrome #eldest daughter #parentification #parentified child #mental breakdown #gifted kid syndrome #perfectionist #trauma coping #bpd feels #bpd things #thoughts to throw into the void

[citrusitonit]

cant belive this slightly altered formula version of me be dragging me in her problems fr

#sister issues #grrrr #she goes emotional n irrattional #goin like “ur just like dad!!” uh huh n u just like mom !! #IS THIS A VENT #OR I DUNNO IM MORE MAD THAN UPSET #OR UH #I KINDA UNDERSTAND Y SHES LIKE THIS #GIFTED BURNOUT SYNDROME I CAN TELL #SO I UNDERSTAND WHEN SHE GOES ALL TANTRUMY N IRRATTIONAL #like uhh the thing that u act like a child now bc u couldnt before #kinda sad #idunno ive just got this warped up view of her cuz shes like traumatizor n trauma buddy at same time #wow #i dunno man just dont start a family when ur emotionally immature the end

[hey-hey-j]

one of the unsung benefits of not realizing I was autistic sooner is the knowledge that if I had been diagnosed as a child my mother would have 100% been an Autism Mom™️

#j screeches #thank fuck i was deemed ''gifted'' as a child so all i got was gifted kid trauma instead /s

[swordmaid]

for me… FOR ME..!!! and for shri’iia specifically the lock in for astarion’s romance is his graveyard scene in act 3.

i think it is too quick for shri’iia to be moving on to another relationship considering her previous one was with her mistress who essentially groomed and isolated her for like … more than hundred years. learning to chase her own desires and not moulding herself to what anyone wants her to be is something so new to her…!!! and something that she’s still learning how to be comfortable with….

and what I like abt romancing astarion with her is that I usually go for the dialogue path in his act 2 confession scene where you can ask him:

- what do YOU want to do?

and he goes like honestly idk what we’re doing but /this/ is nice. it just feels like two people exploring the option to love for the first time and taking things in their own pace rather than jumping straight into the relationship. they’re going at a snails pace… they don’t know what they’re doing but they like this feeling and the vibe and they want to more of it but they’re not ready to commit to anything yet and it’s fine for them …!! and they’re only committing by the end in the graveyard scene where significant time has passed and they’ve learnt a little more about themselves and they’re both more confident about their own desires and also how they want to be loved.

like it is so fitting I think… and sweet… not to mention astarion being a high elf & a vampire and shri’iia being a drow, they have all the time of the world for themselves so I def think they would want to take their time. except if shri’iia turns into a mindflayer or drider by the end then that plan is out the window lol

#now I’m thinking who else I can romance with her .. maybe lae’zel ?? #since the thing with her is that she doesn’t get vulnerable in act 1 so the scenes where the romances #are kind of heart to hearts like shadowheart’s or karlach’s (😭😭😭) is out of the question since it doesn’t fit her … #like she’d rather sleep with someone first than actually get to know them 😭 hence astarion and lae’zel … #gale and wyll… I am hmmm about it on one hand her approval with wyll in act 1 is not even high enough 😭😭 #and I don’t think she can be sweet enough to chase after him in the party .. she was kind of like ok fine whatever when he said he’s not in #the mood … gale I think can be a contender .. I actually don’t know how his route goes so I’m not sure abt that … #but the thing is … she gets vulnerable LATER ..!! and why astarion’s romance work for her is i hc after their act 2 scene #they’re just in a situationship rather than actual relationship … like they’re dating (yes!) but also dating (hmmmm) #and it’s only in his last scene where they both lock in bc I think that’s enough time for her to process her OWN trauma and also for her #own character development … like she has to learn how to trust (ack!!!!) which is the thing that you don’t do when you’re raised in lolth’s #cult …. and her mistress manipulated her trust too so it’s even more nerve wracking for her bc she doesn’t want someone to have that power #over her again .. but now she has to learn how to give it away freely … without being scared … bites my hand …!!!! #and astarion graveyard scene where he wants to live again vs shri’iia learning how to trust again and trying to live without the fear of #someone betraying you and using you and the paranoia that comes with it … urck urgh goughhhhhh critical hit … #also I have a hc that she actually is quite good at making poisons since her mother sold alchemy herbs and components #and she gives him poison as a courting gift lol .. also like a way to protect him 🤭 but she won’t admit that … she’s like if you want it #take it if you don’t idc 🤷‍♀️ (she does..) i hc that she gets flustered at sincerity actually #their relationship for me is like they’re both two little shits and a general menace to society (both charlatans) #but if they had to hold hands she’d get too flustered too and he’s like honestly what are you a child? (smug face making fun of her) #I have this little comic idea for them when they held hands for the first time and she’s like ouggghhh 😳😮‍💨 flustered and sweating and he’s #like hihi 🤭😎 but then their hands starts to get sweaty and then he’s like ew that’s disgusting and she’s like ok if u hate it let go then #and he’s like no YOU let go 🙄 but they don’t let go now they have to suffer through the sweaty hand holding alas such is fate …

[cookthepenguin]

me as a kid: *doesn’t connect emotionally or socially with anyone due to trauma*

society: look at you! you’re so mature for your age! such an old soul!!! a truly G I F T E D child!

me growing up: *has no idea how to navigate social relationships wich are needed for things like jobs*

society: why are you so immature?

#neurodiverse stuff #neurodivergencies #neurodivergency #neurospicy #thoughts #trauma #growin’ up #growing up #gifted child #social issues #social anxiety

[fiddleturnips]

Backupsmore University

Okay, so. The following is not very well written and has been heavily edited in my actual draft - the chapter it was in has been broken up and spread between like three different chapters. However, I realized that the context for Why Fiddleford Is Like That is sort of important for my other snippets to make sense.

Content warning for depression, but this section does not contain graphic detail. Further content warning for the American Public School System in the Nineteen-Seventies. (Specifically: the school system's relative inability to absorb non-average children.)

"Ah. Right." Stanford sat back down. The broken mug scraped across the tiles and clattered as Fiddleford swept. "Well, we were in high school. It was close to graduation. We'd been fighting anyway. Big time for me, because it was around the Science Fair-"

"Scholarship season."

"Yes."

"Your family weren't that well off, am I rembering right? I seem to recall you were seeking a full ride and couldn't get it."

"I was going to go to Westmore. If I could afford it, I would have anyway. But Backupsmore was a lot more manageable."

Fiddleford laughed. "Ain't that the truth."

"Wait, you were full ride. And you were, what, seventeen Freshman year? What were you doing there?"

"They weren't that strict on school transcripts," Fiddleford said. "A lot more welcoming of science and engineering portfolios. And I needed full ride, I wasn't getting a dime after a bug came by and wiped out my school stock."

"Your… your what?"

"Oh, you wouldn't have this sort of thing. Some of us livestock breeders, when a kid's young, we'll start to set some animals aside for them. You invest in a couple of pigs, add to the herd when you can, teach the kid to care for 'em, and when it comes time for high school graduation you can get a sturdy few grand even if it's just a small herd, then if you invest it right and keep an eye on the price of pork, you can pay a kid through college with a bit to spare. Only mine all got sick and died out."

"That is fascinating and tragic. You never talked about this."

"Yeah, I never talked to the Yankee kids about the fact that I was going to a bum school because my papa couldn't afford a better one because my pigs died and I didn't have school transcripts 'cause I didn't go to school. How do you think that woulda gone over?"

Stanford did know about Fiddleford's school history. At this moment, he was significantly exaggerating. He had gone to school, and he had excelled at school - for about two thirds as long as any other kid, if you combined all of the months.

Pines and McGucket were close college friends, in a lot of the same classes and clubs, spending study hours together in the tucked-away rooms that let them get as loud and melodramatic as they wanted. At first, Fiddleford had joked that he'd done a lot of special programs for county fairs as a kid. Then, he'd joked that nobody taught him per se as he'd just up and swallowed a library one summer and they all figured that was probably that. Then he'd joked that he was a dropout, and when pressed on that he'd grudgingly admit that no, he was homeschooled.

Then eventually the two boys got close enough and he got tipsy enough for it all to come out. The whole story was that the older he got, the more he skipped grades and got shifted to advanced classes and eventually got stuck in the school's Special Education department because as it was they had no idea what the hell else to do with him, the more he'd get bored and start stealing books from older kids and building things out of school supplies and on one memorable occasion stuck a fork in the electrical outlet - he'd been found with third-degree burns on his hand and a paper beside him calculating the exact voltage available from the wall outlet in comparison to the shock a human being could survive - anyway, the more all of that happened, the earlier in the year his Ma and Pa would have the hard conversation that the trouble he could cause at home was nothing like the trouble he was already causing in the classroom.

By high school, his Ma had sat him down and said: Look. You need an education. Every single word of what they teach you in those there classrooms matters, even the stuff you think is dumb and silly. So you're gonna stay home this year, we're getting permission to let you do experiments in the local tech college's labs for Chemistry and such and the rest you're figuring out on your own. And at the end of the year, you are submitting reports about what you learned to every single teacher in the school, and we'll see if they find fault in your methods.

She'd meant for him to get through Freshman core curriculum. He'd gotten through that most of the electives. The next year, he did the rest of the core curriculum and they rented out some textbooks from the local tech college, plus a special weekly tutoring session with the Language Arts teacher because his critical thinking was a bit underdeveloped and another with the AP Maths guy to whip his self-correction into shape. The year after that, they had a sit-down with a representative of the County and a recruitment man from a university and the principal of the high school he'd dropped out of. He couldn't legally leave the public system until he was at the legal age, but they all agreed that he was doing just fine on his own until then.

He wasn't seventeen when he enrolled at Backupsmore. He was sixteen. And he'd already tested out of Freshman and Sophmore classes, and the only other one there who'd done that was Stanford. The two were friends because up to that point, neither one had ever had a peer.

Stanford Pines was a by-the-book scientist. He'd completed every year of school the way it was intended, on time, and with very high marks. He'd also completed science fair projects and extracurriculars. Once he reached university, he kept a full schedule, his days planned to the minute, with an exercise routine and designated journaling time. His accelerated schooling happened because he did things to the letter, bull-rushed through the political game, took every advantage he could get, and was so damn good at his job that nobody could find a reason to keep him from going at it.

Fiddleford McGucket was a free thinking engineer. He couldn't keep his head on straight enough to follow orders, but he was "such a delight to have in class" and "unfailingly diligent with his homework" and "not afraid to do the hard, boring work that needs doing for a project's success," so he kept getting special treatment anyway.

For Stanford Pines, his combined arrogance with his peers, aggressively growth-minded attitude, relentless self-paced work schedule, and unfailing results put him through twelve doctorates and a self-guided grant program.

For Fiddleford McGucket, the combined inexperience working with others, habit of taking on all the work that was available to him so he could prove he was worthwhile, commitment to doing everything perfectly right the first time no matter how loaded his schedule was, and desperate, desperate need to fit in for once left him plastered to the floor of a bathroom stall trying not to cry out loud while he psyched himself up to get back to the lab every spring and autumn night for a year.

Pines and McGucket had both set astronomical standards for themselves that no normal human could possibly hope to achieve. Difference was, Doctor Stanford Pines had somehow done it.

#If anyone reading this was a farm kid who can help me write Weird Farm Life a little more realistically #please please do #I grew up in the suburbs #Fiddleford McGucket #Backupsmore University #FiddleTurnips #Gifted Child Syndrome #There's another section of the story that really gets down in the weeds about *exactly* how bad Fiddleford's school experience was #Short version: he does not have a doctorate and is extremely insecure about this fact #Stanford Pines #There's also a scene that might not make it in #which starts with Fidds pointing out he started grad school at the same age Ford started undergrad #and ends with Emma-Mae slapping Stanford in the face #(Don't worry I'm not going to spend the whole story bullying Ford) #(He got taken advantage of just as badly as Fidds) #(with the added element that he was completely convinced that everything he did was his own idea) #(School trauma *jazz hands👋*)

[naminethewriter]

You're Not Alone

Chapter Two: Home Alone

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Finally back with this story for @edupunkn00b and the @sanderssidesgiftxchange! This chapter really didn't want to work with me for the longest time, but I think I'm happy with how it turned out 😅

Summary: Logan, Janus and Remus are celebrating their first Christmas as a married couple but a snow storm strands both Janus and Remus elsewhere, leaving Logan home alone. Knowing that the situation will trigger their husband, Janus and Remus need to find a way home.

Content Warnings: Childhood Trauma, Past Child Abuse, Vivid Flashback, Derealisation

There is a summary of this chapter in the end notes on Ao3 if you want to skip it. Stay safe!

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The whistling of the tea kettle startled Logan out of his thoughts. When had he begun to drift? He glanced at the clock, letting the events of the last hour play back in his mind. He had been working, then noticed how late it had gotten. Janus still wasn’t home, so he went searching for his phone which was when he noticed the snowstorm outside. He’d gotten on a call with Janus which Remus then joined. Both were stuck and wouldn’t make it home tonight.

Logan took a deep breath at the reminder. He would be fine.

While pouring the boiling water into his already prepared mug with a chamomile tea bag inside, Logan took another look around the kitchen to see if there was anything he missed during his clean-up.

There wasn’t.

Which was bad.

He needed a distraction, but he knew for a fact that the house was nearly spotless. With Remus gone for a week, there was not much to clean up in the first place, since he and Janus were naturally tidy people.

The pots are stacked in the wrong order, minus ten points!

Logan flinched as his mother’s voice echoed in his head, but he resisted the urge to open the cabinet again to check on the pots. They fit inside and that was all that mattered.

You didn’t vacuum the corners thoroughly enough! I’m removing five points!

He ducked his head, sipping at his mug but the tea hadn’t had enough time to steep yet. He placed it down, noting that his hands were shaking. Maybe there was laundry left to do? No, Janus had made sure that was finished yesterday, so that they wouldn’t need to deal with it on Christmas Eve. Maybe watching a movie would distract him?

What are you doing, just sitting around? You should be studying! If you don’t get a perfect score on your test, I will not take you with me to visit my mother on her birthday!

The shill echo of her voice still managed to give Logan a headache. But she wasn’t there. He hadn’t seen her in over a year and she wasn’t allowed to contact him. He wasn’t in school anymore and his grandmother had died two years ago.

His attempts at grounding himself weren’t enough to keep her voice out though. He could see her in front of him, seemingly so much larger than himself, waving around a test of his where he missed two points. Only two points. Two missing points that got him locked inside his room while his mother went to Thanksgiving dinner with his other relatives. She always claimed that Logan got sick to them, telling Logan it was to safe him the embarrassment.

He had believed her for so long.

Had believed that all his relatives would ridicule him over not being able to live up to his mother’s standards.

Why aren’t you in your room?! I didn’t allow you to come downstairs, did I?! Huh? I don’t care if you’re hungry, you don’t get anything until it’s time for dinner!

In a last attempt at getting rid of her, Logan removed the tea bag from his mug and downed the still scalding liquid in one go.

It hurt so bad, tears sprung into his eyes.

Stop crying already, this is all your fault!

He squeezed his eyes shut.

She’s not there.

She’s not there.

She’s not there.

She is not there.

Until she was.

“Don’t ignore me, Logan. I told you to stop.”

Her voice was harsh, as it always was. Logan tried to brush away the tears with his hands but they wouldn’t stop flowing.

He needed to stop. Mother was already angry. He needed to stop.

He couldn’t stop.

“Honestly, if you wanted to go so badly, then you should have studied more. This is because you didn’t work hard enough.”

But he had worked hard. He had done all the exercises his teacher had given them. He had read all the chapters five times. He had spent hours every evening to commit everything to memory.

And it still hadn’t been enough.

And he was going to spend another Christmas all alone because his mother was going to lock him in his room while she goes to Grandma’s house.

It wasn’t fair!

He shook his head.

Of course it was fair. Mother had said beforehand that he would need to stay home if he didn’t get a perfect score. He had known the stakes and still he’d fallen short of her expectations.

It was only right for her to enforce the rules.

The tears finally stopped.

“Are you done now?” Mother asked, voice completely cold.

Logan nodded, eyes remaining on the floor.

“And you understand that you are in the wrong?”

Another nod.

“See, that wasn’t so bad to admit now, was it?”

He shook his head. His mother sighed.

“This would all be so much easier for both of us if you just accept that what I’m doing is what’s best for you.” She grabbed his arm, grip tight enough that he couldn’t escape but not yet digging into his flesh. He stumbled after her as she dragged him up to his room and inside.

A plate with a single slice of bread with cheese was placed on his desk.

That was all she would leave for him to eat until morning.

“Now, be a good little boy and reflect on what you’ve done wrong. I want an apology from you tomorrow morning. Understood?”

“Yes, mother,” Logan answered, once again staring at the ground. He was afraid that if he looked at her, he would start crying again.

“Good.” That was all she said before letting go of him and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her and a moment later, Logan heard the familiar click of the lock engaging. Her footsteps got quieter as she went downstairs.

Logan waited until he heard the front door close and the car leave before he dared to move. With few shaking steps he got to his desk, sitting down. The slice of bread stared at him, mocking him for being a colossal failure once again.

His mother was right. This was all his fault.

If he had just tried harder. If he had studied just a bit more, then everything would have been fine!

But he didn’t, so he had to sit here, all alone.

Like he deserved.

Then, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Had his mother come back?

No, she wouldn’t need to ring the doorbell.

Again it rang.

But the sound was different. That wasn’t what the doorbell in his mother’s house sounded like. No, that was the bell in…

A third ring.

Logan’s eyes flew open. He was on the floor, in front of the bedroom he shared with his husbands. How had he gotten here? Hadn’t he just been in the kitchen?

His hands hurt. They were balled into fists at his side, the nails digging into his palms. Slowly he released them.

The bell rang again.

He should get up and open it. The storm outside was still raging, whoever was out there must be freezing!

It took Logan several tries to get back on his feet and he almost fell again on his first step. He leaned against the wall to keep steady and slowly made his way forwards.

It rang another three times before he made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m coming!” he called out. Taking a deep breath, he let go of the railing and walked the last stretch to the front door.

“Who’s there?” he asked, one hand on the doorknob, ready to let in whoever it was but still wanting to be cautious.

“Darling, it’s freezing out here, let me in, please?”

Logan’s eyes grew wide and he swung open the door as fast as he could.

“Janus?!”

#namiswriting #You're Not Alone #Chapter Two: Home Alone #sanders sides gift exchange 2022 #intruloceit #ts logan #logan sanders #childhood trauma #past child abuse #vivid flashback #derealisation #hurt/comfort #(the story in total not this chapter) #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

The day I realised I’ve not had a single hobby or “talent” just for me and that it has always been to please others… yeah that’s the die my soul broke into numerous pieces.

#gifted kid burnout #gifted kid things #burnout #hobby #neurodivergent #people pleaser #the good child #gifted kid problems #trauma #burnt out #academic validation #writing

[theidlespoon]

i love my father, but i don't like him.

#text post #textpost #shitpost #tumblr #relatable #daddy issues #father #parents #trauma #gifted child burnout #gifted child burnout syndrome #dark academia #franz kafka #kafkaesque

[minamotoz]

do NOT talk to me i just remembered how tragic of a character kc guthrie is

#degrassi #hi im rewatching season 10 for the first time in lile a year and ahalf #the more i rewatch the more i become a kc apologist even thoigh i was already a massive kc apologist #hes just So tragic to me and its hard to watch with the knowledge that he never gets a resolution to any of his trauma #he repairs his relationship w his mom but he never truly heals from her neglect #we're jusr supposed to forget that he was groomed and nearly molested ????? #i know he acts like a massive shithead throughout the entire kenna pregnancy arc but i still cant help but feel bad for him then #bc hes been forced to grow up so fast as a result of his neglect #and now that hes about to become a father hes realizing hes about to lose his childhood entirely #like yeah being a massive dick to the girl carrying your child and them cheating on her/avoiding parenting ur child #is a massive dickhole move no shit #but IDK. im sympathetic. especially when he realizes that hes become his Father when they put their kid up for adoption #so he tries so hard to make it work and to keep in touch w his son even though its futile at that point #AIBDIEJCUSLXN fuck. kc isnt even in my top 10 favorite degrassi characters yet i could talk abt him forever #the way his traumas are downplayed and never resolved the way his gifted-ness effectively disappears during s10-11A #people just write him off as an asshole cheater and yeah he is one but jes so layered and tragic to me

[outstanding-quotes]

We cannot, simply by an act of will, free ourselves from repeating the patterns of our parents’ behavior—which we had to learn very early in life. We become free of them only when we can fully feel and acknowledge the suffering they inflicted on us.

Alice Miller, The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self

#alice miller #the drama of the gifted child #psychology #quote #childhood #childhood trauma #intergenerational trauma #cycle breaker #feel your feelings

[badassbutterfly1987]

So since ACiaG is pretty firmly in the AU camp now (even aside from adding an OC toddler) I figure I should clarify some stuff about this version of McCoy since it'll probably be a few chapters before we pull on that thread again.

he definitely heard the "they're people and they can be more than monsters" from Margaret last they spoke (she was right but it backfired because LR wasn't interested in changing himself) and he really hates hearing anything like it from Harry now

during one of his last murder attempts on LR, Thomas was there and nearly got caught in the crossfire, leaving Thomas with a healthy wariness of the Blackstaff and McCoy disturbed that a teenager was already a full White Court member

McCoy knows a) Mags/LR had a sexual relationship, b) she disappeared for 5 years when she was enthralled, c) because of that first encounter with Thomas he knows he's roughly the right age to have been born around that time, and d) he knows Harry and Thomas have some kind of bond that Harry's cagey about

so yeah if he puts the dots together then he can figure out they're related. but he hasn't conciously considered it because that means a) Margaret birthed and abandoned a vampire child on top of all her other questionable decisions, b) to acknowledge Thomas as Margaret's son also means acknowledging both his own relation and the personhood of one of Raith's brood, and c) that another of Margaret's children went through horrors without the support they ought to have and McCoy has personally hurt that child

so McCoy's been pretty close to figuring it out for a while so Harry directly declaring Thomas as family might be enough...

Thomas is aware of none of this beyond 1) McCoy almost killed him twice now and hates his very existence, and 2) Harry still considers McCoy as important to him based on old mentorship or something. so he's not real happy right now that Harry wasn't more on his side.

#dresden files #a child is a gift #ebenezar mccoy #thomas raith #eb's making bad choices be he won't be like in peace talks #he genuinely wants harry to be safe #he'll get his wakeup call #except thomas will be spiraling #which is his usual trauma response to feeling hurt or abandoned

[lovecatsys]

oh god... i think ive finally been brought to the other side... ive become a scott fan....

#scott summers #x men #just... idk. ignore me #MAYBE its abt the trauma of being a gifted kid and being groomed to be a perfect golden boy child soldier