Hope you don’t join the My Parents Thought I Was But Chose To Not Do Anything Club followed by the If I’d Only Known I Wouldn’t Have Wasted So Much Of My Potential Club.
If I’d Only Known I Wouldn’t Have Wasted So Much Of My Potential Club.
I’m in this club but very much trying to leave, because I’m starting to realize “wasted potential” in itself is a toxic idea that’s been ingrained by years of teachers telling me this (with my parents doing their best to counter).
That’s not to say I’m not still trying to do my best, I am, but only because I want to and because it makes me happy.
I’m pretty sure with the correct treatment when I was younger I would be ruling a small country by now. That said, I am pleased with killing it at work and being able to finally afford a house and not living in a hoarder mess.
I’m in the second one, but instead of the first one, I joined the My Parents thought I was just lazy and worthless and did everything they could to make me feel bad about it, and when that clearly didn’t work, they doubled down on the same strategy even harder, and now I am triggered just being in the same room with them from the PTSD they gave me Club. It’s honestly not a great club? I do not recommend joining.
Yeah, that club sucks. The well-worn rut of defensiveness and constantly on guard because of facing so much criticism is stress you can’t seem to escape.
Welcome to the Late Diagnosis Club.
Hope you don’t join the My Parents Thought I Was But Chose To Not Do Anything Club followed by the If I’d Only Known I Wouldn’t Have Wasted So Much Of My Potential Club.
I’m in this club but very much trying to leave, because I’m starting to realize “wasted potential” in itself is a toxic idea that’s been ingrained by years of teachers telling me this (with my parents doing their best to counter). That’s not to say I’m not still trying to do my best, I am, but only because I want to and because it makes me happy.
I’m pretty sure with the correct treatment when I was younger I would be ruling a small country by now. That said, I am pleased with killing it at work and being able to finally afford a house and not living in a hoarder mess.
I’m in the second one, but instead of the first one, I joined the My Parents thought I was just lazy and worthless and did everything they could to make me feel bad about it, and when that clearly didn’t work, they doubled down on the same strategy even harder, and now I am triggered just being in the same room with them from the PTSD they gave me Club. It’s honestly not a great club? I do not recommend joining.
Yeah, that club sucks. The well-worn rut of defensiveness and constantly on guard because of facing so much criticism is stress you can’t seem to escape.
I feel so validated!
IYKYK. Sorry you’re having to deal with it. How you feel is real.