Until you got to the highlighted sentences, I was cheering for your insight on this topic and I agreed with it completely. Now if they are dead, and I think that is what you said, not sure, then the time has come to stop blaming ole mom for your not driving. Stick shifts aren't required anymore and if you have the ability to learn, just do it. I agree that the labels given to you back then do affect how you feel about your abilities now.felinefan wrote:I've been unemployed for the last 3 years, so no, I don't work on a college campus. But I've been on a couple. Yes, I do see polite, considerate kids, but unfortunately, I also run into kids --and adults--who think they're the king of the world. Listen, I had a bunch of so-called psychiatrists and psychologists tell my parents that (supposedly) I would never be able to drive, live alone, or work at anything more than menial jobs. And my mom made sure that happened. She's now dead and burning in Hell, and I'm trying to pull myself up by my bootstraps and get on with my life. It took me 35 years to find out there was never anything wrong with me, because back in the 60s and 70s there practically was no such thing as a normal child.
Now I'm hearing about how kids today are this, that, and the other. And they all have excuses as to why they behave the way they do. And parents again are listening to pop psychologists and hanging on their every word. Listen, Thomas Edison had a very high I.Q. plus he he was imaginative, but he couldn't hack regular school. Know why? The teacher thought his constant stream of questions meant he was mentally retarded. Mrs. Edison had been a teacher before her marriage, so she took Thomas out of regular school and home-schooled him. They gave him quite a bit of leeway to perform his experiments, even though they werent always successful. One result of his need to perform experiments led to a condition that he would have the rest of his life--he was earning money for buying his supplies by selling newspapers, etc., on trains, and he was allowed to set up his chemical apparatus in a boxcar. One day the train was at a siding and jerked suddenly, causing chemicals to spill, mix and ignite. Though Thomas called for help and trainmen put the fire out, a hot-tempered conductor gave Thomas' ears such a boxing (another story says pulling--both were used as punishments back then) that his inner ear was damaged, causing deafness. However, he didn't let his deafness stop him--even when he later invented the phonograph. Yeah, he could be eccentric, but look at the benefits he's given us. But though he was eccentric, when he was young he still had to conform to his parents' rules, and later to the rules of society. Now of course the revisionists are trying to tag Edison and others as being this or that, but hey, what's the use? They're dead, it doesn't matter.
Bottom line, forget the labels and work on your strengths, not your weaknesses. If I let people slap a label on me, they tend to limit me. If I want limits on me, they will be the ones of my choosing, thank you. If you feel you absolutely must follow some professional's dictum, make sure you do your homework. Because I wasn't allowed to learn new skills, or learn to drive, etc., that has made job-hunting difficult. A lot of jobs are unavailable to me because I was never allowed to learn how to drive. I did take lessons once, but me and stick shifts don't get along. And ole mom made sure I never got to practice. People say you have to do things for yourself, but it's not as easy as it seems.
Why, oh why would any responsible parent want to label their child as autistic, for example? It works well, perhaps, to get special treatment as a child but as an adult...the world is not going to care. Why make them think that there is something wrong with them when effort and encouragement and discipline can prepare the child for his/her life after mom and dad. Their life may not be exactly the same as others, but who's is? It makes no sense to me at all. Alas, there is so much I don't understand. Perhaps I need a label.