There’s a post going around that I can’t find again for the life of me that talks about how much it sucks to have been a “gifted” kid, because when you’re an adult reading levels don’t matter and you missed out on all the social knowledge your peers were getting. As someone whose lowest grade in all of high school was a B+ (which I will never, ever forgive that gorram art teacher for) and sobbed brokenly when I was kicked out of the National Junior Honor Society because of a citizenship grade (he didn’t like that my family went on vacation) believe me when I say I understand that feeling completely.
But there’s something none of your teachers ever told you.
See, we’ve all figured out by this point that being “gifted” is a load of crock. For years people led us to believe that it was simply a quality of who we were, like the color of our hair or the things we’re allergic to, and that it would just magically always be there and help us be better at things that require “book” smarts. Then we were dumped into the real world, and we all sort of assumed that we’d hit the end of “gifted” and now we’re screwed.
The thing, is, though, every single teacher you’ve ever had explained it wrong.
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my parents didn’t raise me to order something expensive when someone else is paying
Talking to people in person is terrifying because I know once I come out to them they’ll lose all interest/think I’m a freak.
Trying to use dating apps is a waste because most of them are for one night stands or casual sex, not relationships.
Meeting people at work sucks because even if they’re really cute, I can’t make any approaches past “how can I help”, which gets me ignored 90% of the time anyway.
Not even my college pride group is useful because when I told them I was Ace, the club president went “is that real?” That broke my heart.
And finally I have online meetings that lead to LDRs. I’ve been in a LDR and it was the happiest I’ve ever been, but when she left I felt empty because a person I’ve never met took so much from me.
Nothing works, and it’s so depressing.
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
“If you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.”
— Neil Gaiman (via quotebook-in)
“A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.”
Small talk is varying degrees of enjoyable to terribly draining depending on the person it’s with. People that like to hear their own voices but, also want to be certain they have your attention are the most tiring I find.
Relationships get so bananas when you start deciphering the other person’s love language.
Like I thought I was just acquaintances with this person because they never told me details about themselves and we just talked movies and writing . But then they made time to have coffee with me and they showed up out of breath because they ran. Like. RAN to be on time for coffee with me?
And I was like “i don’t mind waiting” cause I never want to run
But they said they wanted every minute they could get because I’m so busy usually
Which is when it clicked that I didn’t get how much they considered me a friend because I just straight away didn’t see MY signs of affection in them and went “cool! Casual buds it is.” But now that I’m seeing their signs of affection, I feel a little silly for dismissing them like that even though I felt like we could be best bros.
Anyway, some people show affection through time or intensity or commitment and not vocally. I really have to remember that!
Asexuality is weird because you’ll be 12 going “wow why are people my age concerned about sex we’re just kids” and then you’re 16 going “wow why are people my age concerned about sex we’re just kids” and then you’re an adult suddenly realizing that other people are attracted to people and want to have sex with them and that’s the normal thing at that age and you’re like oh maybe it’s me
I get a lot of DMs asking me “How do I know if I have ADHD?” and the short and boring answer is “you can’t unless you talk to a doctor”.
But I want to share what I think should have been obvious clues to me!
I think it’s hard to judge your own symptoms if all you’ve known your entire life was ADHD. I was convinced I had no problems and just had to stop being lazy and all my problems would go away.
So, to everyone asking themselves “what if I’m just lazy?”, I hope you can find the courage from this to seek a diagnosis! And if you can’t:
Your struggles are legit and real, if they have a name or not.
Yasss I kept saying this. Losing the Norte Dame was heartbreaking but I’d kill the guy who thought it was a good idea to burn down the magnificent Library of Alexandria
Nothing lasts forever, but losing Notre Dame is an absolute tragedy. It’s like seeing the Library of Alexandria being burned in real time.