being made to feel like I'm "being difficult" because math is something my brain genuinely can't do very well. i can sit and look at a problem for hours and sometimes logically know what to do, but the numbers add up wrong or i get confused performing some of the operations. i used to do simple math somewhat well, but i think somewhere along the way, the trauma that causes a lot of gaps in my memory and retention must have dislodged my ability to do it as efficiently. some types of math i am pretty decent at, with some of those being considered more complicated math. i don't know if this is because formulas are provided for me or certain concepts are attached. i remember feeling really humiliated about how bad my math score was in relation to my other scores and being treated like shit because i had panic attacks over both being in a new place and trying to finish problems i didn't think I'd complete in time. i'm good at academic stuff otherwise, though i think my family didn't realize how burned out i was until college because i wasn't really in a public school environment (the available school options were mismanaged disasters too focused on testing, so i was pulled).
because i wasn't used to navigating that environment or even keeping up with all the lecture notes i had to take, i was just as isolated from my peers as i was when i was a kid. i felt like I'd be judged if i explained why i was having panic attacks in the middle of lab class and as "someone who needed to grow up". unsteady hands and eye focusing issues (my vision was fine, my eye has corrected itself since) made it to where i was disqualified from so much of the lab work because of the precision required. and god, the resentment i got for it. even my lab teacher hated me (not entirely and definitely not like a few of my teachers) because i was drawing to keep my hands occupied enough to listen to what she was saying. i did that to be unobtrusive and because I'd often do that in many of my in-person supplemental classes i had earlier in my school career.
oh and, throughout a *lot* of my life, no one would ever really tell me what specific social cues i was supposed to follow *and would get mad at me later for what they termed as "immature behavior"*. it is not my fault i did something weird and you didn't tell me! communicate or wallow in your irritation forever - the choice is there. there are a loooottt of people who hated me - both peers and those much older - for no discernable reason and they'd get huffy when i couldn't read their minds about it. the culprit was likely me being "annoying" (as a neglected child, that was how i tried to make people laugh/reassure myself that someone still cared) and so i was forced into a level of maturity i shouldn't have been to make up for the "childishness".
i feel like i have to suppress authentic and important parts of myself constantly so that i get a sliver of respect as the adult i am now and not get talked to like a toddler showing their parents a bug. there wasn't room for much of the self-expression i was inclined towards growing up and now it's seen as an indicator of "immaturity". i'm still self-conscious about it all, especially since people these days looooveee posting strangers they think are "cringe" on the internet in increasingly sneaky ways.
not always knowing how to initiate/continue conversations gets me treated as selfish and immature as well. but if i wait for my turn in a convo, it never comes. odd how that works.
not sure how to keep managing masking my "immaturity" while dealing with the rest of my life. it gets really draining fast - i don't even have to be out that long before i just feel exhausted and depressed as hell.
This is infantilization regarding people with academic difficulties, unsteady hands/tremors, vision problems and with issues regarding social cues. Which is based in different kinds of ableism.
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