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#gifted burnout
long-sleeved-sandwich · 5 months
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i’m so damn tired of being told that i’m smart. can’t i just be pretty? all i hear when i’m told i’m smart is that i’m better than other people according to ableist standards that really mean how much i can produce/contribute to the capitalist system. intelligence is a social construct. i don’t want to be an intellectual or have a career, i just want to sit on the front porch.
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soaps-mohawk · 6 days
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God, I hope this doesn't make me sound like a dick 😂🖤
Assumption: Gifted burnout? 🤨
True
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aherowhowashappy · 1 year
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do any other former "gifted kids" have an unhealthy need to consume media with stereotypical geniuses? (sherlock, spencer reid, house, shawn spencer, etc)
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apeirophobiafox · 11 months
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"I bet you peaked in highschool"
Close but no, hon, I peaked in elementary
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Study. Study. Study. That’s all she was good for. That’s what her parents say. That’s what her friends think. That’s what she knows. It’s all she knows and she wishes she knew more. More freedom. More fun. More this. More that. But the need to know more is cut short when her grades come in and the tunnel vision begins. Her parents assure her that they are still proud of the B she made but she knows otherwise. Academic validation is all she longs for, all she’s good at. Clawing and climbing up the never ending tower. Or maybe , it’s all in her head. Maybe she is free. Maybe she knows how to do more, be more than letter grades. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. But then her report card comes in. The cycle repeats itself. Night after night, hour by hour she stares at a screen. The cursor is blinking and the page is blank. She knows she should write. Anything, word after word after paragraph, but her mind is blanker than the screen and she can’t seem to pull herself from her thoughts. And then a notification dings on her phone and before she knows it it’s midnight and the paper is due tomorrow. Then she realizes how tired she really is. How she can’t seem to get out of bed in the morning, if only to repeat the cycle. But the cycle is all she known, but she wishes she knew more. And that’s the life of a gifted burnout.
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cjrocksss · 11 months
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And if I fail let it be that I am struck down from this earth by my hand or others.
- sincerely a gifted burnout kid.
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noblemansdemon · 9 months
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Update on my diagnostic journey
I thought a while on how to convey this update on my diagnosis journey.
Three years ago I was asked if I had ASD and I deep dived into the matter and found it to be quite fitting, so I tried hard to get into diagnostics only to be accepted by a psychologist 2 months ago. Accordingly it felt like a slap from reality, when I wasn‘t diagnosed with ASD.
It was proven that I fell on the spectrum of cognitive heterogeneity and would count as mentally gifted, but my processing speed is in the low average and the difference to the highest score is 23, which is two points under the line where they wouldn’t be allowed to draw together my average IQ anymore, and yes I had symptoms of Autism but as far as I understand it not enough to be diagnosed. She however encouraged me to get reassessed on ADHD, which I was tested in about 16 years ago with no diagnosis either, but she insisted that methods and insight on ADHD had changed severely. She openly said, that she saw ADHD within me rather than Autism, which I honestly had quite the opposite feeling about, which then again makes me question my self perception.
However I tried to research cognitive heterogeneity and EVERYTHING I found was either connected to ASD or Schizophrenia, second of which I doubt, because I don’t really hear voices in my head like described for the mental disease, which is giving me yet again a bunch of mixed messages answered with uncertainty. It was also connected to dyslexia and dyscalculia both of which I definitely don‘t have. Apart from that it was only mentioned in terms of people having a heavy cognitive disablement, which does not apply to me either. Other than that cognitive heterogeneity is nothing that is really touched on anywhere.
All in all while I am slowly coming to terms with the reality of the the current situation it still feels like a major setback. The next step to go will probably be the ADHD diagnosis, but the fear of running into the next wall, not getting any diagnosis, because I fit in everywhere somehow, but not enough to get an actual diagnosis, that could help me to understand myself better and reach out for adequate help.
This is in no way meant to be disheartening. But I think it is important to stay true to the fact, that at the moment this process is still very hard and bound to a lot of intense emotions for everyone engaging in getting diagnosed with such.
I respect everyone going down this path and want them to know that they aren‘t alone in all of this. Yes, everyone may experience different hardships throughout this process, but I still think it is important to see that we‘re all in this together.
Know that where ever you are, mentally I‘m with you, over in the corner, rooting for your success.
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Back in fifth grade I and a few other students were told that we could skip over sixth grade math and jump into seventh when we got to middle school. Most of us were pretty jazzed about it - and why wouldn’t we be? We could opt out of a whole class, we were smart enough to move ahead, to take on bigger challenges and show we could handle them. To a 10 year old, that’s pretty fluffing cool. I said yes to that, and to skipping again into algebra 1 the next year. By the end of sophomore year I’d already filled my math credit requirements and could skip out of math entirely.
Which I did.
Because I could not force myself to continue.
See, the thing about advanced classes is that they tend to assume you just “get” things. After all, that’s how you got there, right? You just “got” the regular classes, it was so easy. You didn’t even need to study. (So you never learned how.) You didn’t need help. (So you rarely dared to ask for it.) You could take on harder classes, bigger tasks. (You never learned to say no.)
You were elevated above your peers, separated, idolized. You weren’t just a kid anymore- you were a smart kid.
You were gifted. 
And that came with expectations.
You were pushed to take more advanced classes, as many and as hard as possible, because that looks great for colleges. In fact, you should dual enroll with a college, get used to the format and show you can manage all that work. You have a full high school schedule and college course load? You must be so good at time management! (I’m so drained. I barely have time outside of work. I can’t go out with my friends. I hardly have friends.)
It’s so great that you’ve kept your grades up all these years! Don’t slack off, keep up the good work! Colleges want to see you apply yourself, so remember to volunteer and join clubs too! You’re so smart, you’re sure to go far in life! (I can’t fail. I can’t lose the one good thing about me. Everyone wants me to succeed. I have to succeed. I’m not supposed to fail.)
Wow, you’ll have no trouble getting into a top college with your record! What are you going for? Lawyer? Biologist? Doctor?
…oh. Well, that’s nice and all, but isn’t that too simple for you? You’ve got the brains and skills for a high-paying job in a challenging field, why do you want to be that? (Because it’s my future. Because I’m allowed to choose my fate. Because I don’t want to be those things. Because I actually enjoy this.)
The problem with being called gifted isn’t “woe is me, I was told I’m special and now I’m not.”
The problem with being called gifted is that it puts you on a pedestal, dumps praise upon you, holds you up as the future of society… until you stop fitting in their box.
Until you crack under the pressure.
Until you defy the destiny they assign you.
The gifted label makes “smart” your identity. You’re better than the other kids, you’re smarter, you’re more capable, you’re practically an adult already! So mature, so reasonable… so quiet.
But you’re still just a kid.
And when you’ve been shot to the top, the only way left…
Is down.
And you know what happens to the regular kids. You’ve been hearing the comparisons your whole life.
You’ll do anything to avoid being the one demeaned in that conversation.
So you do your work.
You get through both weeks of finals.
(You have your first anxiety attack at 13.)
You watch your grades like a hawk.
You take on honors and AP and college classes all at once.
You build up your academic resume.
(Because that’s what matters, right?)
You work through drained motivation.
You work through the burnout.
You work through the depression.
You work
and work
and work
and work
until you can collapse into the couch and scroll through your phone the rest of the day. It’s the only thing you have energy left for.
Your books go unread.
Games stay unfinished.
Projects collect dust.
Relationships strain.
But you can’t fail.
You’re not supposed to fail.
After all, you’re gifted, right?
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I just told my partner of over a year that I've been looking into both an autism and an ADHD diagnosis.
It did not go too well.
Nothing has changed. My 165-195 range of raads-r scores didn't suddenly make me a different person just because he knows now. I think we're still together but I want to scream.
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grimprocrastinatrix · 2 years
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Anyone else have a variety of talents and skills and NO IDEA HOW TO UTILIZE THEM?? Just me??? (͠◉_◉᷅ )
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brightlotusmoon · 22 days
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poetoftheunseenstars · 8 months
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I’m making new OCs for the first time in over 4 years and here’s why that’s exciting.
Ever since I was a tiny child, I always loved to make up stories and invent characters. Kids my age would pretend to be a specific princess or superhero, but I would create my own.
When I got a little older, I started to write down all the stories in my head. I got pretty good at it, and my teachers and parents were impressed. I would show off my writing to anyone who was willing to listen to a 9 year old rant on about her characters and eagerly watch them read every printed page. It was no surprise to anyone when I was designated “gifted” in grade 4. (Screw the gifted program for real tho) For the next two years, all I did was write. It was this primal urge to tell stories that I just couldn’t satisfy, and I started to win awards in school and at the city levels. However that all ended when I was in 7th and 8th grade.
I had a writing coach who was awful. He was also my gifted program teacher and he definitely had a superiority complex. He was condescending, overly critical, sometimes downright rude, and took every opportunity to tear down my confidence. I’ve always liked getting constructive criticism but there was nothing positive I could have taken away from this dude. So after I graduated middle school, I had no motivation to write anymore.
My parents were confused, they didn’t understand how I went from loving something so much to refusing to even read my old writing. In the winter of 9th grade, my family went through a difficult time, and my mental health collapsed. To cope I started writing free verse poetry because that was the only way I could freely express myself, and it was a familiar medium. (I used to give my mom poems to read when I couldn’t express my feelings out loud) However, I would have sooner burnt my notebooks than show anyone. My short stories were for the world but my poetry felt intimate, like a diary.
Eventually I got out of that slump, went to therapy, and recovered, but I continued writing poetry. When my first boyfriend broke my heart in 10th grade, I wrote him letters and poems (never sent them of course) to cope. In the second semester of 10th grade I befriended some senior drama/English students who took me to a poetry reading where some of them preformed and encouraged my writing in a way no one had before. They also played dnd and other similar games so they were all very creative with their characters. Seeing them so passionate about their writing made me realize that I didn’t need to hide mine anymore. In a few weeks from now, I am preforming an original poem at a poetry reading and playing my first monster of the week campaign. Sending so much love to those 3 guys. But here’s the most exciting part.
I have started writing a short story, and I’m so excited about it. It’s been a long time, but I forgot how much I love it. My characters feel like my friends and I’m committed to telling their story. Poetry is still my favourite style of writing but it feels so freeing to be able to enjoy creating stories again. So in conclusion, Mr. S, I hope you get hit by a situationally ironic bus, and to my fellow writers, IT WILL GET BETTER. YOU CAN TAKE A BREAK FOR YEARS, OR CHANGE STYLES, YOU ARE STILL A WRITER AND NO ONE CAN TRULY TAKE THAT FROM YOU.
I love you all,
-PoetOfTheUnseenStars
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zepeppeli · 9 months
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This exam score was brought to you by monster energy and self-hatred
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zebulontheplanet · 3 months
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Hearing constantly about gifted autistic kids and people seeing it as THEE autistic trait has completely disregarded those who aren’t gifted and made a HUGE divide in the community. Seeing constantly “yeah autistic people are usually gifted” is so annoying because a VERY large chunk of autistic people, aren’t actually gifted and media has just put the gifted people at the front because they’re more palatable. The “autistic gifted kid burnout” has become more so a trend than anything and I’ve seen a lot of people assume they’re autistic because they are the “gifted kid burnout person” when that isn’t even a requirement for an autism diagnosis. You don’t have to be gifted to be autistic. You don’t have to be!!
Start putting the people who struggle more in the spotlight. Those with intellectual disabilities, those with learning disabilities, those with cognitive disabilities, those who are just generally stereotypically “dumb” and embrace it!
We need to have a very big discussion about this as a community and it needs to start today.
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ilexdiapason · 9 months
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little joel on youtube got me wondering what the percentage is actually like. please reblog so i can get more responses and thus a more representative data pool for my demographic of "people who use tumblr in 2023"
thank u tumblr for enabling post editing! no more reblogs on this post society has progressed past the need for reblogs on this post
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Stars
I would like to be a star
They burn bright and long Everyone points at them, staring in awe They have names that are given and generations of people study them
I would like to be a star
They burn so brightly, like beacons of hope The light of their souls expected to be Their existence taken for granted Always there, but always forgotten
Maybe I don't want to be a star anymore
They exist to please others And then die without acknowledgment They bring light for other's sake And are never mourned when they die
Maybe I don't want to be a star anymore I don't think I ever did
~ Written by me
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