Be!
Posted: November 18th, 2013, 10:26 am
When I first joined the board, a while ago, I did a "Hey" post, just saying, yeah, I'm here. Didn't say anything about myself.
So here's a "Be" post. I'll try to keep it readably short.
I'm a 63 yr old male. I'm currently diagnosed with major depression. Medically, this is in a vicious circle with my sleep apnea and my history of risk for heart disease.
I have experienced "situational" or "existential" depression for many periods in my life. It's possible that my heart bypass surgery, about 12 years ago, may have triggered changes in my biochemistry that may have led to my current "major" depression. I currently control it with Celexa.
All this stuff is fairly late and new in my life, though. The thing I have struggled with, for most of my life, has not been this biochemistry. It has been my noggin.
I'm "too smart for my own good."
Nowadays, we have a name for this -- "gifted" -- and we have a sub specialty within the education profession that studies it, learns about it, and tries to find workable approaches for helping those kids who find themselves struggling with it.
In the 1950s? Fuggeddaboudit. Even in the Midwest, where I was born and raised.
The chief puzzle that I presented to the adults around me was ... my development was (what those sub specialists now call) "asynchronous." That is, in terms of intellect I was much more mature than my age-peers, but in terms of emotions, social interactions, and some physical elements (such as fine motor skills) I was less (sometimes much less) mature than my age-peers.
My teachers had no idea what to do with me. My parents had no idea what to do with (this side of) me. The child psychologist who saw me, when I was in 5th grade, had no idea what to do with me.
(All that I remember about that session was telling him that nothing really mattered anyway, because we were all going to die when World War III broke out. This was 1960 or 61, 2 years before the Cuban Missile Crisis. Today, I recognize this as a "typical gifted-kid remark." In those days -- I don't think anyone recognized it as anything in particular.)
I have had counseling on several occasions. No one has really "clicked" with me. The one I stayed with the longest, for several years, specialized in gifted children; she came closest, perhaps. But in retrospect I think they have all seemed to resemble, too closely, those "caregiver" adults during my schoolboy days, who put on a facade of interest and caring, and whose behavior subsequently revealed that it was only a facade.
No doubt I'll have more to say about this stuff elsewhere.
This will do for starters, I think.
So here's a "Be" post. I'll try to keep it readably short.
I'm a 63 yr old male. I'm currently diagnosed with major depression. Medically, this is in a vicious circle with my sleep apnea and my history of risk for heart disease.
I have experienced "situational" or "existential" depression for many periods in my life. It's possible that my heart bypass surgery, about 12 years ago, may have triggered changes in my biochemistry that may have led to my current "major" depression. I currently control it with Celexa.
All this stuff is fairly late and new in my life, though. The thing I have struggled with, for most of my life, has not been this biochemistry. It has been my noggin.
I'm "too smart for my own good."
Nowadays, we have a name for this -- "gifted" -- and we have a sub specialty within the education profession that studies it, learns about it, and tries to find workable approaches for helping those kids who find themselves struggling with it.
In the 1950s? Fuggeddaboudit. Even in the Midwest, where I was born and raised.
The chief puzzle that I presented to the adults around me was ... my development was (what those sub specialists now call) "asynchronous." That is, in terms of intellect I was much more mature than my age-peers, but in terms of emotions, social interactions, and some physical elements (such as fine motor skills) I was less (sometimes much less) mature than my age-peers.
My teachers had no idea what to do with me. My parents had no idea what to do with (this side of) me. The child psychologist who saw me, when I was in 5th grade, had no idea what to do with me.
(All that I remember about that session was telling him that nothing really mattered anyway, because we were all going to die when World War III broke out. This was 1960 or 61, 2 years before the Cuban Missile Crisis. Today, I recognize this as a "typical gifted-kid remark." In those days -- I don't think anyone recognized it as anything in particular.)
I have had counseling on several occasions. No one has really "clicked" with me. The one I stayed with the longest, for several years, specialized in gifted children; she came closest, perhaps. But in retrospect I think they have all seemed to resemble, too closely, those "caregiver" adults during my schoolboy days, who put on a facade of interest and caring, and whose behavior subsequently revealed that it was only a facade.
No doubt I'll have more to say about this stuff elsewhere.
This will do for starters, I think.