#Giftedkid

[anonimissallstar]

Gifted Kid Burnout

Am I good enough? Am I good enough really? I used to be smart. I used to be so talented. I used to be kind. I used to have a heart of gold but now it grows stone-cold. High Honor. Spelling  Bee. I still felt i wasn't good as me. Dancing made my heart fly but I saw the other dancers pass me by. Am I good enough? Am I good enough still? A star. An MVP. Coach's choice. Am I good enough for this reality? Sometimes I do well but never excel. I don't stand out and I burn out, just trying to reach the bare minimum. But then the bar was lowered. I didn't even have to try, but then before I could open my eyes I had fallen behind. Fallen back. Back. Back to average. Back to crying. Back to crawling. Back to wondering "Will I ever be good enough?"   I won. I got the best person. A ten. So perfect, so smart, so talented; such glee that a man like that could fall for me. But then I stop. And start to think. Will I ever be good enough to stand next to him? Accomplishments praise all things worthy, and  unenvied, but I can't compare. They look past me as I'm standing there. A DISTRACTION. That's all I am. Because I'm not the one who succeeds. I'm just there. I fail and I fail and I fail and I fail. The numbers drop. THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DROP. But down they go. They were supposed to go up. I tried this time. I tried and I tried and I tried But to no avail. Because despite all that I managed to fail. He's going to do great things, and I'm in the way. It doesn't matter if I try. My efforts are in vain. Because he has potential and I'm here to waste. They all rise. They all rise except for me. AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE? They're all smarter than me. I thought I could do it. I thought I could try. I've done it before so why couldn't I? Am I good enough where I am? No. I want to be good at something. I want to excel. I want to be successful and I want him to as well. I feel no jealousy for his success. He's perfect I could never love him any less. But I fear. I fear deep inside he'll realize his worth and leave me behind. Because here I am. Not special, No talent. my numbers decreasing. My chemicals unbalanced. I saw a future so bright made for me where everyone was happy and I DID succeed. But now all I see is I'm holding them back and I pray, pray I'll keep me on track. To strive to be better. To work for perfection. I know that HE loves me. But it's not his love I lack. The truth of the matter is I'm mourning my past. The only love I received was if I did something accomplished. the children would tease me, but the teachers gave me good conscious. I shone bright compared to others but now my spotlight fades. As I look to my future and my dreams wave. They wave. They wave goodbye. because all that I hoped for is hidden in doubt. Because I'm back to where I started. Am I good enough? Am I good enough really?

[amoghbanagere915]

Amogh’s experience at American Mensa ‘Annual Gathering 2023’ Spark! Programming in Baltimore!

July 6th – 8th, 2023 | Baltimore: American Mensa Annual Gathering is the largest yearly congregation of Mensans (Adults & Youth) from across the country! This event spans over 3 days (Youth Programming) or 5 days (Adults) featuring STEAM related interactive sessions, presentations, hands-on activities, talks, games and other entertainment. This year’s event witnessed over 2,500 Adult & Youth…

[daniepanganiban-blog]

Basti has been very interested in cars since he was just six months old. Na-mana niya ata sa Daddy niya ang pagka-car enthusiast. And ever since we noticed his fondness of cars, we made sure to provide him the books and toys about this. And to my surprise, he has memorized the different kinds of vehicles and it’s parts! To nurture this gift, I always make sure to provide him all he needs by giving him PROMIL® FOUR. And with it’s NutriGift System it helps nurture my kid’s gifted brain and Double up his Brain Development with its Double Up DHA and MOS+. #PromilFour #GiftedKid #NurtureAGiftedBrainStory #GiftedTogether @promilfourph #PromilFour #GiftedKid #nurtureagiftedbrainstory (at Plaridel, Bulacan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpKVnx4BNDd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nathaniels-diary]

First day of school and I already have a fever

Anxiety? nahhh couldnt be me

[borkborkheresadork]

If anyone has spare inspiration for me to power through this chem course please send it because I am barely able to work through this

[4chanandchill]

Bitches be like “Don’t be too hard on yourself! You’re still worthy as a human if you don’t succeed”

If that kind of mindset works for you, that amazing. But I have very bad unmediated ADHD and I grew up as a GiftedKid™️. My entire functioning depends on me carefully maintaining a balance of uninhibited arrogance and crushing self-hatred.

Most people have this really useful thing known as “internal motivation”. If they want to do a Task™️ they can just…. do it. Whereas I am severely lacking in this, and so I normally rely on external motivation (eg deadlines). However, I don’t always have adequate external motivation to do something, and “being hard on myself” helps to bridge that gap. If I don’t horrifically insult myself every time I even slightly fail at something, and hugely hype myself up every time I succeed, I simply will not be able to do the Task™️ even if it’s something that’s technically easy to do and even if I truly, genuinely _want_ to do it. Basically my baseline executive function is about the same as a normal person suffering from extreme burnout. The only way I managed to not flunk out of high school was by calling myself a lazy idiot ngmi every time I got a B or lower, and calling myself an unparalleled genius every time I got an A or higher. I tried the whole “don’t be hard on yourself” thing for only a few months and my grades very quickly dropped to Cs and Ds

[hollownest-whore]

Sometimes family can be a Hornet clone and a #giftedkid

[dreamland-creations]

How Riley's voice breaks a little when she says "hypothesis incorrect" is so freaking relatable to me.

Anyway I am now introducing the headcanon that Riley has giftedkid burnout.

(and when she says that wasn't calculated, like what do you mean by that?? Did you do probability calculation on in which locker Owen would go?? Girl stop being so hard on yourself. You're more dramatic than nick right now)

[numetaljackdog]

remembering how my mother really loved the pride & prejudice movie (the one nobody likes and yet this very story demands that i stick up for it) and she would watch it in the main room and sometimes i would be in there doing my own thing, but naturally i would get sucked into watching the tv. now i felt i wasn't supposed to enjoy this movie because it was about love and romance and that's for GIRLS. i'm like ten years old at this time. so i would pretend to hate it but the problem was that pride & prejudice is (hot take incoming) really good actually, and so i was in fact very invested in the story while pretending to not be invested in the story. then one summer i needed a book for a summer reading project but it had to be one that matched my reading scores, which were pretty high (#giftedkid #darkacademia) so i had trouble finding anything halfway entertaining that would qualify. i ended up picking pride & prejudice because it was convenient, readily available, and already familiar and ohhhh boy i tell you some internal emotional walls started to crack that summer....

[ascendandt]

now why wpuld you call aglaya a giftedkid burnout haver. that is absolutely uncalled for

[pregstiel]

my #sendkevintocommunitycollege agenda has a lot of layers but first and foremost i think kevin should be allowed to have A Problem that isn’t just. a sadist twisting another knife into him. and the act of going to community college itself could be that!!!!! like emotionally kevin IS the #giftedkid who had a stress breakdown senior year that fucked up his grades and college applications and now yale won’t return his calls. he is being forced to grapple with dedicating yourself to one thing your entire life and then having that taken away and not knowing who you are anymore. maybe in this case part of recalibrating and finding who he is underneath a constant struggle for a .1 gpa increase is about having to enter into angel politics in order to keep them from destroying the world. life is weird sometimes

[fencesandfrogs]

Every time I say anything abt gifted kid discourse I prepare to shatter. Wish people could understand “a group of children have unmet educational needs and are being failed by the school system.” Wish more GiftedKids(tm) could understand “the damage done to you by the school system is not equivalent to the abuse and neglect of many special education programs and comparing them is kind of messed up.” Wish we could all just be a little more understanding.

[barclaysangel]

Final Family as TikToks pt. 76

Junior being the golden child and Jake being the gifted burnout kid.

[atlanticwavesadvocacy]

I'm new here... What is this thing all about? I'm Laura Brown... mom, clinical social worker, parent coach, and special ed advocate... I'm a little quirky, a lot sarcastic, and a veritable sage of wonderful wisdom (or a fount of useless trivia... 🤣)

Exploring new interests and sharing my thoughts!

#neurodiversityacceptance #2e #neurodiversity #giftedkids #TwiceExceptional #giftedparent #twiceexceptionalmom #giftedparenting #twiceexceptional #ADHD #adhdawareness #adhdparenting #iepadvocate #IEPcoach #specialeducationadvocate  #accommodations #momcoach #momsupport #momssupportingmoms

[thinthle]

Me trying to write stories ROMAN SANDERS EDITION

(Now including drawn picture also made by me ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ))

Me trying to write stories ROMAN SANDERS EDITION

1193 words and counting. Trigger-Warning slight alluding to self-harm +negative thoughts.

That wasn’t that bad Roman tried to convince himself. He’d been through way worse right . . .? Wait was that considered a good thing. He brought his hands to his head. It had begun agonizingly pounding earlier in the day and he could feel the pressure in his ears akin to something like a buzzing sound had begun making its presence known. He felt sluggish and lethargicness crept upon him. Surely they hadn’t meant it that way. Not like their intend was hurting him. So why did he feel so . . so hurt. It was like a piece inside of him was broken off. The piece that carried all his confidence. His admittedly now feeling false bravery. The bravado that helped him conquer his less then awesome feelings. He heard creaking footsteps up the stairs and some soft whispered goodnights.

The mind palace fell empty on sound as its residents started heading to their respective beds. I should probably get some shut eye too thought Roman as he looked around his room. He hadn’t had the time or to be honest motivation to clean it up for a while now. His energy seemed to have wounded down a lot lately. He would put it down to the amount of videos they had been making. But truthfully he wasn’t very much present in them at all let alone having his ideas represented as anything less than annoying. He twirled his messy hair in between his fingers, twiddling his thumbs while rocking back and forth a bit. The silence that now protruded the vacant mind surroundings made the whining in his ears stand out all the more. He grabbed his temple and began rubbing circles on his forehead. He didn’t want things to be this way. It all felt so complicated. And like his incompetence was already making everybody uncomfortable enough. Without highlighting all his other flaws. Normally he loved the spotlight but now it made him itch.

The thought alone made him have trouble breathing. He should be more put together. How could he dream of having a grand live on the stage if he couldn’t even stand a meager spotlight. He felt woozy had his room always been this of kilter, this . . dizzying. His vision blurred had he been crying this whole time. How long . . . he tried wiping away his tears as new ones grew in their places. The clock face on his nightstand was barely legible through mist his eyes produced. It read 02:10 AM. Had he really been rummaging through his hair and been sat thinking here for this long. SHIT- Logan had a schedule he wanted to keep and he didn’t want to be tired and late for the morning meetings. Ouch . . .his head stung if it wasn’t for him feeling immobile he would have moved to pick up some painkillers for his worsening headache. Then again he didn’t wanna wake up the others by making too much sound going to find it in the cabinets below. He’d been warned before about being too noisy and off-putting when trying to practice his favorite musical songs. Keep it down Logan had yelled. Yeah will you can it with your sappy bullshit his mustachy brother had added. He’d tried whisper singing ever since. It didn’t have that much flare to it, but if it made them happier he’d be glad to be of their backs.

The inside of his head felt as if someone had knocked his brain around quite a few times. Cut all its supports out and the remaining short-circuiting heap had been set on fire as some sort of twisted fun added bonus. He sniffled rubbing the underside of his nose and eye sockets. He probably deserved it. The way he’d been performing lately was about as garbage as he felt. The clock face blinked 03:00 AM it read. No, no NO . . . this had to stop. He wasn’t even supposed to stay up again. He was exhausted it took longer than he wanted to admit to come up with his sup-par ideas as it was. He didn’t need to create more problems for himself and everyone around him. He slammed down his fist against his carpet and then recoiled in shock as he remembered he shouldn’t produce sounds this late into the night. Frustrated he dug his nails into his palm and bit on his knuckles as he closed his arms around himself. His knees seemed to tremble a bit, he noticed as he looked down. Was this the self-soothing Virgil had talked about. It didn’t seem that soothing to him.

He looked at his fingers they were cold and absent of colour apart from the stained ink and the numerous papercuts on them. He’d really been trying. It might have looked easy from the outside but ‘’It was all a Ruse’’. As Deceit would so say. More and more often he felt that it was all just too much and that balancing it was getting more impossible as it became harder to smile to himself in the mirror. What had been the last time he’d truly felt accomplished. Like he got his stuff together or at least made it look presentable enough to fool everyone. His heavy eyelids started to droop over his glossy dry red tear stained eyes until they shot up to look at his calendar.

Crap.

He’d forgot. He was so busy being fucking sorry for himself that he’d missed the big red circled due date of the upcoming script. If something had to pull him over the edge this was it he’d reached his limits. And felt surrounded. He started drawing panicked breaths heaving over on himself. He didn’t know what pounded harder his head or his chest. They were gonna be so mad at him or worse they'd be staring on in drooping disappointment as he would stand there ashamed in the corner , uneasy shuffling his feet. Patton would throw out a halfhearted it’s okay kiddo. With Thomas sighing looking away as Logan crumpled his paper up and muttered something about no respect for a proper schedule in the background, again having to adjust each and every detail in his already busily packed important planning scheme. If this was only a mild version of a so called panic attack that he’d had explained to him by Virgil. He couldn’t imagine what a full blown one must have actually felt like. He felt so sorry for the dude. How could he ever manage to put on any sense of composure if he had to have these on an at least a monthly basis. the walls felt like the were eerily closing in on him. He wanted to scream to cry out for help but only a meekly weak sob would be forced out of his throat that as the shadows in the corners of his narrowed eyes started to crop up and he lost his already faltering vision to the black surrounding his corneas. His body sunk to the ground like a melted puddle.

A loud Thud-was heard as his head slammed against the floor.

[darkacademia-butgay]

what they don’t tell you about being the “gifted kid burnout”

The expectations are  sometimes hard to bear, but the lack of them makes you spiral into the void of nothingness.

You know you’re smart but you don’t know if you care enough or care too much or care at all, because there is no boundaries. 

It’s either success or a stab in the chest.

Feeling like a failure even when you don’t actually fail. Only the third place is not as good as winning the competition.

Nobody cares as much as you would like. Nobody ever will.

You’re too much, but you’re not trying hard enough. You could have been so much more.