humble yourself.
I hate myself, constantly belittle myself and have told myself my entire life that I'm dumb as bread. I still think this way to this day, in spite of cognitive testing during my first bout of diagnosis less than 5 years ago and subsequent IQ tests, but I get shutdown by my therapist every time I resort to it, with her referencing those tests.
My grades varied from failing to C's and D's. My best grade was B, in English (secondary language for me) and I never managed to get through maths once letters were introduced.
I only referenced the mensa because it became the explanation as to why I was never diagnosed in my youth, as high intelligence can compensate for the neurological disorder I was born with.
I know. I've been there.
No, you don't know. You know your own past, which judging by your reply was vastly different from mine. Nice armchair psychologist projection though.
doesn't amount to anything compared with hardwork.
Did I say it did? I spent more time at the principal's office and detention than I did classroom, my teachers placed me up at the edge of the blackboard, right next to the supplies closet because I was such a troublemaker, making it impossible to read anything on 2/3rds of the blackboard.
When I finally did get jobs I thrived in as an adult, I spent 50-70 hours grinding them out before going home to study topics I wanted to learn because they were interesting. My longest shift was 35 hours, I've been up for as much as 87 hours without sleep (and no drugs) while I was working on one of my business projects a few years back.
Never ever in my life have I ever assumed things came easily for me.
High intelligence allows for children with neurological disorders to compensate for poor focus, memory and easily distracted in terms of learning by things like discovering and designing their own learning strategies. That, combined with a fiercely smart, hard-working and educated grandmother that spent hours reading history books to me on her lap when I was a kid are probably the cornerstones of why I was even able to get through school without special eds.
Thank you for belittling my entire life and struggle by projecting your own history on to me, based on a few introductory paragraphs that were open to massive interpretation.
Fuck, people like you make me want to puke from the lack of empathy.