A week later, I was called into the principal's office. A lady was there. She told me she expected kids my age to score between 20-50 points.on that test. I scored 95. She gave me an IQ test,and said shed be in touch with ky parents.
A few weeks later my parents explained the lady thought I was gifted, and had given them.some special books for me to use. That was the point they got carried away.
Id get home from school every day and was allowed one drink and snack. No more tv. I had to do all my homeweork and then 5 pages of the books. I.wasnt allowed any more drinks or toilet breaks until it was perfect. I have dysbraxia so my handwriting is a little funky. If it wasn't written neat enough, my dad would tear it up, over and over. Sometimes this happened 5 times. My parents would punish me for anything less than A grades. If I got a B, I was grounded. This went on until I was 12. They said I "had" to go on to university. When my teachers called home, concerned for my wellbeing, I was punished.
Things changed for me. I realised my talents lay in creating. I won a national school award for my stories, for my artwork. Didn't matter to them. I wanted to drop out after high school and work. They said theyd disown me if I didn't go to university.
My dad once.ripped.up a birthday card I'd made for a friend becuase it.was written in orange pen. I started to self harm.
I ran away. Got pregnant but decided to keep my son.
Today I have a creative job I love so much. Im in the upper IQ percentile in the country. I don't care.
I've been told my son is showing signs of unusual intelligenc for his age. I told them where to go. I.want him to spend these years before school playing.
I'm writing this because I want parents to know, if doing a class or a club or extra curricular activity is making you happier than your child, you need to ask if it's worth it.
I'm mobile, sorry for typos