#former gifted child

[katieleighrobinson]

If this wasn't a Little Women reference, then it was a missed one.

#former gifted child #dark humor #halloween #costume

[ghostradiodylan]

Okay, ouch.

#not fandom related #personal #former gifted child #angst #neurodivergent #neurodisaster #adhd

[fightuntiltheendwarrior]

my favorite part about being a former gifted child in middle school was getting yelled at for reading my book if I finished my work early

#did anyone else have this experience #like my middle school reading phase #middle school #American public school #public schools #reading #former gifted child #former child #gifted child #wtf #why #books #scholastic book fair

[somatina]

“Former Gifted Child” Lyrics Video

#former gifted child #former gifted kid #gifted kid #niño prodigio #ex niño prodigio #superdotado #gifted kid burnout #imposter syndrome #alt pop #indie pop #original music #lyric video #vintage #50s #vintage style

[wesdarvin]

Emergency halloween costume idea: former gifted child. You don't even have to change your clothes. Whenever someone asks what you're supposed to be, you say "a lot of things."

#halloween #emergency costume #Former gifted child #costume ideas #Bittersweet humor

[onlyjaeyun]

i'm gonna log off for a while because i'm really mentally drained from constantly hearing how unhappy and disappointed some of you guys were with both SB and CH'snendings and developments.

i know some of you guys come from a good place and mean no harm but imagine working on something for so long and then you yourself are already sad about how things ended but you wanna use it as a way to do better next time but people constantly tell you how you should do better next time and its always "i was so excited but it never came" and "i wished things would have gone this way" after you spent days crying out of frustration because your brain didn't corporate.

people who have never written (one shots or series doesnt matter) don't know the burden of leaving unfinished works up there. i keep telling you guys that i tried so hard to somehow give you guys an ending because if i hadn't you guys would have never received ANY ending so i tried to make the best of it.

i dont take the hate to heart anymore bc i couldnt care less and i know as a writer i should be open to criticism but i'm a little tired of my work being constantly nitpicked when i do this for fun.

i know updating daily was what burnt me out pls stop telling me that i obviously overestimated myself i fucking know.

whatever, it actually doesn't matter anymore because CH is over and i dont think i'll ever write smaus that long ever again bc the criticism is so not worth the mental effort and stress.

i do this for FUN. you know how artists doodle in their notebooks, this is what this blog is to me. i make mistakes, i over/underestimate things and myself bc this is life. it's just..not that deep for y'all to constantly camp in my inbox and make me feel bad about it when i already accepted it.

i'm gonna do some self reflection and think about it all so take care babies 🤍

#; rambles #i've literally been receiving huge paragraphs about just how excited people were about certain things in both CH and SB and several people #have told me how i should have just stopped daily updating and listening to y'all and taking breaks and not burn myself out bc now they're #disappointed and it sounds a LOT like my parents when they realised im just another burnt out former gifted child so #i'll see you guys around 🤍

[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

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

okay so the lovely @kybercrystals94 has let me proof-read their WIP Cadet Batch AU fic and I have Unexpected Feelings

Something clicked as I was reading...

The Batch are Gifted Children.

Do you know what one of the problems with Gifted Children is?

They don't know how to fail.

The Batch are fantastic the whole time they're on top. 100% mission success rate, able to handle anything

Then Order 66 and the Empire happens, and suddenly the world they are so used to excelling in has changed. And when they are used to succeeding so easily, every little failure, every mission gone not-quite-right, seems absolutely world-ending.

Echo is different. Echo came from Domino Squad. He knew what failure was like. He knew what it was like to work and try and still fail and then work harder and try again to eventually succeed. Echo has a different mind-set to the rest of the Batch (and we could go on a whole tangent about closed vs growth mindsets here if we wanted to)

I know people have talked plenty about how the Batch falls apart after Echo leaves. How Tech and Wrecker squabble and Hunter can barely wrangle them. I know people have talked about how Hunter becomes paralysed by indecision, so afraid of making the wrong call he stops making command calls at all.

But it just throws a whole new light on it when you look at the Batch as Burned Out Gifted Children.

They never learned to deal with adversity. Oh they knew how to fight. But not real adversity, not how to cope with things that were outside their very clearly defined Strong Suits without going to pieces the first time things don't go right.

(I feel like I ought to go back and have another look at Omega as I feel like she probably has a healthier mindset than the rest of the Batch)

Anyway I've run out of thoughts for now but I have Feelings about this and I'm not sure what to do with them

#this evening's rambling bought to you by a Former Gifted Child #Echo my beloved you need to teach the others how to overcome adversity because you have done just so much of that in your life #the bad batch #the bad batch analysis #long post #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb tech

[noctumsolis]

Genuine question here

What's it like, as a child, to have people tell you that you're smart? To have people clearly believe that you are actually of above average intellectual ability?

Because I seem to have a lot in common with the "former gifted kids" but in my childhood it was made abundantly clear to me that I was below average. A dullard. An idiot and a burden.

This has stayed with me. I'm in my early forties and struggling to shake that core belief. What core beliefs do the gifted kids develop about themselves?

#former gifted kids #former idiot child #there seems to be overlap

[that-ineffable-devil]

Interviewer: And you are...?

Gale, proudly: Gale of Waterdeep! Former magical prodigy and ex-lover of the goddess of the Weave!

Interviewer: Mmhmm... And now?

Gale, deflating: I... Um... Have a... Worm... In my head... And... I have to eat magic boots or I will explode and level a city.

Interviewer: I'm sorry, I didn't catch--

Gale: I HAVE TO EAT MAGIC BOOTS OR GO BOOM, OK? HAPPY NOW?! *storms off*

#gale dekarios #proper example of Former Gifted Child Syndrome in a magical setting #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 shitpost #this game is my life now #forgive me #or don't idc

[nocherrybombs]

Starting to think that we should be taking the "gifted and talented" students out of class once a week to send them to therapy.

#nothing ruins a child quite like excessive praise and delusionally-high expectations #gifted and talented #former gifted kid #child development #i was one too #i learned basically nothing #so that was a good use of my childhood #school

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

When I was in elementary school our Talented and Gifted program was called “Flight” (as in like soaring to great heights or whatever, idk don’t ask me), and I think the fondest memories of my entire child/tween years were in that little room in another school (and then another little room in middle school).

No matter who we were or who we hung out with outside of that class, for an hour each day we just chatted and laughed at/with each other and learned together. No one was “popular” or “cool”-- we were all just a bunch of nerds that liked to chatter constantly.

That Flight class taught me to give speeches/presentations, to work hard and not give up when I didn’t know something, and to just reach for the goddamned stars. It taught me that it wasn’t such an awful thing to be different, and that the way I saw the world didn’t make me any lesser than the neurotypical kids my age.

This sounds like a total exaggeration, but i genuinely think that class saved my life. There were so many issues that Mrs. Penn (the T&G teacher a few years ago) helped me through and taught me how to navigate, and I owe literally all of my achievements to being taught to be resilient and confident in my intelligence and potential. Being a “gifted” kid sucked/still sucks sometimes, but I couldn’t imagine ever knowing myself to be any different.

#I feel like all I really think about sometimes is the negative of being a former gifted kid #But through the expectations and failures there is a silver lining #I can confidently say that I wouldn’t be alive today if not for those teachers and everything they did for me #It literally saved me from suicide #So thank you Mrs P and Mrs B #and to any other former gifted kids that don’t feel like they’re smart anymore or worth anything #You are worth so much #and I love you #<333 #gifted kid #gifted child #gifted kid burnout #gifted kid problems #gifted kid shit #talented and gifted #gifted kid syndrome #gifted kid things

[yeahyankee]

Palimpsest [Trigun '98 - Post Show - Vash x Meryl]

There are days, here and there, when Meryl wakes up, and there is a well of tears, sealing her eyes shut. There will be the promise of a migraine later.

But for now, her face is wet. The memory is so fresh sometimes, on that cusp of sleep and waking up-- that she can smell the deep canyon dust and nightfall. She can remember the feeling of dangling her legs off the cliffside, a million separate stars above her.

Her hand, so close to his on the ground, that she could reach over and grab it. But instead, they simply sat, on a precipice above an out-of the-way town where no one would ever look for them.

You could stay here as long as you like.

That sounds good--he said, what seemed like a million years ago--Might not be such a bad idea.

There were so many mornings that started hard this way. Her body pulled away from the one moment she wanted to linger in the most.

On those days, she'd roll over on her bed and cry as quietly as possible until first light peered through her slatted window.

Milly had the good grace, thank heavens, to give her some extra time to get herself together.

Today, Meryl couldn't battle the puffiness of her eyes, so she smoothed her hair down and splashed her face with ice water from the basin.

She dabbed a washrag rag along her jaw, her chest, the inside of her arms.

The cool trickle of water on her chest evened out her heartbeat. Slowly, her body started to calm, her senses returning to the present.

I'm awake, I'm here, I've got important work that needs to be done.

Meryl went through the mantra again, tapping the tips of her fingers against the bones in her ribcage, just like Milly had shown her how to do when she felt a panic attack coming on.

She tried to push her body out of the exhausted anxiety she'd woken up with. She didn't have time for this.

All of that was years ago, and they had a major breakthrough coming down the pipeline on the Frangelene Twin disappearances. Her biggest concern right now was following up on ledes in town before their editor started sending in apoplectic telegrams.

Meryl bit back a sigh as she buttoned up the toggles on her coat. If she thought insurance management was grating--she was seriously underprepared for journalism, and the type of sleepless, deranged personalities that tended to bring out.

She slipped into her boots and dreamed of crawling back under the sheets, waiting until this case, and the impending dust storm had blown over. Maybe she and Milly could go back to the country and wait tables in some honky-tonk, and never have to worry about anything past their front door ever again.

She pulled her bedroom door open and heard Milly fiddling with the radio downstairs. The speakers jumped between snatched voices coming in choppily off the airwaves.

Sources--last actual sandstorm this large--area was approximately five years ago. Officials adivise all residents to--inside--as possible--

"Gosh, I really am sorry, I thought we'd get better reception than this," Milly apologized, and there was a clatter of movement and a light dragging of furniture.

A voice answered her, but she couldn't make out who, or what was being said.

Her forehead furrowed, making her way quietly downstairs. Who was visiting this early in the morning? On the eve of a sandstorm?

"I really thought she'd be up by now," Milly continued, moving around the room, "Her porridge is going to get cold."

"Oh well I'm always happy to have another helping, that sure was delicious Miss Milly," the voice answered.

Meryl's heart skipped a beat as she quietly padded towards the kitchen. She was imagining things. Stress playing tricks on her. It had been years, and truth be told, it was easy to forget a voice. Easy enough to hear what you wanted to hear.

She pushed through the kitchen door, readying herself for another random grifter she'd have to shoo off, or the postman with an irate letter from the home office.

Instead, Vash the Stampede sat casually at the end of the kitchen table, pouring himself coffee. The early morning light coming through the kitchen window was red-orange, the storm only a few miles off from town.

Vash's coat was folded politely over the back of the chair, and he sat, facing the kitchen door with his coffee cup, like he was waiting.

For her to come downstairs.

"Look who I found at the market this morning," Milly said brightly, pouring Meryl a cup of coffee.

"Mr. Vash," Meryl managed, trying not to feel like she was dreaming again. Out of place and time.

"Hey Meryl," he smiled, his eyes a warm, honeyed blue. There was overgrown scruff along his jaw, but he looked otherwise unchanged.

His smile was so warm as she sat down that she didn't have time to register his informality. After a small sip of coffee, she paused. How many times had he called her by just her name?

Milly put a warmed plate of thick-cut bacon onto the table. Meryl's favorite. She felt a bribe coming on.

"Mr. Vash came into town a bit later than expected by steamer, and it looks like all the rooms in town are booked up." She sat down and finished up her own remnants of breakfast. "I told him it'd be no problem if he stays with us while the storm passed through tonight."

"Oh really?" Meryl swallowed it all down, in between bits of bacon.

"Yep, we've got an extra room, and I figured it's no skin off our nose," she replied.

Meryl's eyes slid back over to Vash, who was already beginning to pout, looking hopefully at her.

She sighed, pulling another piece of bacon onto her plate. A concession. "Fine. As long as we still manage to send back some eyewitness reports before this weekend. No distractions until then."

Milly clapped her hands together in delight.

"Yes ma'am!" Vash saluted, before digging into the remainder of the bacon.

#trigun 98 #I rewatched Trigun and I'm still butthurt about the ending #In all seriousness it's fantastic #true to it's inspiring genre #but so bittersweet #I mean like HOLD ME #still not okay even years later #so here's some Depressed!Anxiety! Meryl #former gifted and talented child Meryl Stryfe #meryl stryfe #is my wyfe #vash x meryl #vash the stampede #post show #fanfiction #trigun spoilers #some characters are so good you just keep thinking about them after the show is over #descriptions of anxiety

[kennabeth]

the thing about kell maresh is that he is so exactly what it's like being a gifted child who grew up into a 21yo who's only above average

#everyone 2 baby kell: you are so amazing you have the potential to surpass holland and become the most powerful antari ever #lila's feral untrained ass: 🧍🏻‍♂️ #adsom #whats even funnier is you also get the resignation of a 29yo former gifted child in threads and it's so accurate makes me want to throw up #says kenna

[postspedstressdisorder]

former gifted kids: Being so universally liked by teachers and so good at making people see how smart I am was literally the worst experience any child could ever have because now I get sad when I'm not automatically good at things.

former special ed kids: Hey that's pretty insensitive considering we literally got tied to chairs and our hands taped to desks and ammonia thrown in our faces.

former gifted kids: omg stop being so divisive and denying my trauma and have you considered that maybe you had it easy because at least people knew there was something wrong with you? Also you're lying because all my teachers were nice to me so yours couldn't have been mean.

#lateral ableism #sometimes this is a former gifted kid hateblog #special ed #child abuse cw

[autistic-earth-genasi]

Just because I was good at school no one ever cared if I was actually okay. The rest of my life has been falling apart as long as I can remember but no one cared because I was “gifted” and got straight a’s

#please please please stop assuming a child that is good at school is automatically perfect and never struggles with anything #if they’re gifted that should be a reason to test them for neurodivergence and mental illness not a reason not to #school is not the only or most important thing #having a social life and other hobbies is just as important if not more so #and also not wanting to die because you feel so anxious all the time you can hardly breathe #mental health #neurodivergent #former gifted kid #gifted kid burnout #maybe autistic