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#former gifted kid
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i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.
as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."
NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING
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Pretty sure this has been done already , but i wanted to do it anyway .
Also there's MORE to add but there's no space :(
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itsthetism · 1 year
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when they think they can hurt me, but i have an emotionally immature mum and an emotionally unavailable dad
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starwarspissorgy · 7 months
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When adults told me I would "do great things" I always heard "the world exists in an unacceptable state, and you will be among the vanguard of the coming movement that will tear it apart and create something new and better," but now I realize that what it meant was "there is a system working intentionally to funnel utility from the masses to a few people with horrifying loss in the transfer, and I think you will be able to place yourself among the beneficiaries of this system; I want this for you, along with the continuation of said system that this desire entails."
Realizing I don't want to achieve the goals set for me by people who do not realize they live under a culture of white supremacist eugenics has done me a lot of good. Like, sorry, I will not orient my life around attaining prestige and passing it on to the white children you think I should make. I do not think people who do this are "great" and I'll die mad that that's what that word meant for so many people involved in raising me.
This life I am carving out now doing minimum wage labour that does not contribute to anyone's oppression in order to live with my trans polycule and among my queer anarchist extended community is far greater in my estimation than anything imagined for me by the many people who encouraged me to get a PhD or JD.
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thescholarlystrumpet · 9 months
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me: wow these artists are So talented! how did they get so GOOD?? my brain: practice. me [ignoring that): I mean the skill, the details! such clean lines....how?? my brain: practicing. they do it over and over again me: I could never be that good... guess I'll just stop... my brain: JFC
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autball · 1 year
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When adults have something to say about every single thing we do...well, turnabout is fair play, no?
[Image description: A 4 panel cartoon by Autball.
1: A red adult figure stands in front of three child sized figures (green/blue gradient, orange, and yellow) seated at desks. Red adult says, “…and that’s why there are less hours of daylight in winter than in summer.” ND child (green/blue gradient), in the front row, raises their hand and says, “Actually, it’s ‘fewer,’ not ‘less.’”
2: Same scene. Red adult has a raised eyebrow and says, “Riley, that’s rude! It is not okay to correct people over every little thing.”
3: Close up of ND child with neutral look on their face. There are five memory bubbles above their head that read: “Those shorts don’t go with that shirt, Riley. Please go change.”; “Riley, look at me when I’m talking to you.”; “Quiet hands, Riley.”; No Riley. You play with it like this, not that.”; “Oh Riley, aren’t you getting a little too old for that?”
4: Back to original scene. The ND child (green/blue gradient) looks at the adult and says, “Since when??” Red adult has an embarrassed look on their face.]
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killervelveteenrabbit · 2 months
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This former “gifted kid” felt seen as hell during the “Make It, Don’t Break It” ep. I experienced so many things Lunella did:
Having everything come so easy, and then feeling blindsided when hit with a challenge or an assignment that you can’t manage, or even one that requires a little extra effort.
Difficulty accepting constructive criticism and being completely unable to deal with it when it’s mean-spirited or even comes out too harsh.
Internalizing someone’s intimation that you aren’t doing your best or could do better, playing it inside your head on repeat to the point it drowns out everything else.
Shutting out family, friends, hobbies—everything you enjoy—because whatever assignment you’re working on must be flawless. You have a reputation to uphold, after all.
Disdaining group projects because you think you work better alone. Besides, all those other lazy dum-dums in your class will only hold you back, or they’ll expect you to do all the work. Then you find out that the other kids got the job done and they had more fun doing it.
Experiencing a personal setback, like an unexpectedly bad grade on a test, or a public humiliation, like losing a major competition, and going fetal with negative self-talk and despair. If you’re not the smart kid—no, not just the smart kid, but the smartest kid—who are you and what good are you? Your family or the few friends you’ve allowed yourself to have might try talking you down from the ledge. But it might take you a while, if ever, for what they’re saying to register. And if you don’t have a supportive family, you don’t have any friends, or that monologue is complicated and amplified by underlying mental illness, you might crack up completely.
In the time and place where I grew up, taking care of your mental health wasn’t a thing. If you needed therapy, medication, or simply an extended break, there was something irrevocably wrong with you.
And guess what? The generation after me is doing just as bad or worse. Social media is exposing kids to an endlessly scrolling highlight reel of people smarter, richer, thinner, and more popular than them. So-called moral guardians are trying to dictate what books they can read, what subjects they can learn in school, what pronouns and bathrooms they’re allowed to use, and even how they’re allowed to wear their hair. Our very planet is one dry fart away from bursting into flames and the grownups aren’t taking any meaningful action to stop it—meanwhile, they’re made to feel like history’s greatest monsters for not using paper straws.
Now more than ever, we need stories and messaging like what this episode is putting down. That’s especially true for us “gifted kids”, to whom so much has been given but from whom so very much—maybe too much—is expected.
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Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls a Year in the Life was the most relatable neurodivergent former gifted kid with parent issues portrayal ever, like I understand if people didn’t like it or thought it was out of character, but to me it was real as fuck.
Like, being a parentified, highly perfectionistic, mature for your age teenager only to then completely drop off the curve as an adult because you can’t keep up the act any longer.
Yea not gonna lie I kinda felt that!
The only thing that was unrealistic about that sequel was Rory not ending up with Paris.
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maybe-itsforthebest · 4 months
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- j (x), potential
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badwolfarcadiabay · 2 months
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confusedraven1 · 6 months
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this moment with zheng is about to be so important to all of the former gifted kids and heal the parts of them that didn’t have support or a community to fall back on when they failed or made a mistake (it’s me im the former gifted kid)
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brokoala-soup · 4 months
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I've asked my mom to make me the strongest coffee she can and to buy me cake for the evening; I wanna feel alive again
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nocherrybombs · 7 months
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Starting to think that we should be taking the "gifted and talented" students out of class once a week to send them to therapy.
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okay so it seems u want the burnt-out gifted kid series (disclaimer)
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Confessions of a Burnt-Out Gifted Kid (part 2/?)
I have no idea how I survived high school lol
part 1
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soldier, poet, king
i took the soldier, poet, king test
i got king
of course i got king
what else was i possibly expecting
when has my life ever not been a burden for me to bear
a weight placed on my shoulders
"a natural leader" they called me as if they did not make me this way
forged me to be independent (quiet) and strong (afraid to ask for help) and a leader (needing to take charge because things are easier if
i
do
them
myself)
kings are the gifted children
i was so far ahead they didn't know what to do with me
and now i'm average
and it hurts
Duty. Strength. Resignation.
when did i stop doing things for the love of them
when did life become a chore
when did everything become a routine to follow before i could be done
when did i start hating everything i did
when did i become the king
was i always the king?
they ruined me
they turned me into this
this is their fault
and now i'm the king
yes, king.
always king.
it was never going to be different.
and i'll take the crown
and live with it
and wish
maybe
i could be the poet instead
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outer-spec · 2 months
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hey does anyone here have that one tumblr post where op’s parents took them to a psychologist when they were a child, so they could say “I’m not crazy, my parents had me tested!” like Sheldon says in the Big Bang Theory. But then the psychologist diagnosed them with paranoid schizophrenia. Do you guys know the post I’m talking about
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