That awkward moment when I crack a stupid joke and give myself an identity crisis. Oops. Yeah, I made one sideways joke based on the Privileged Mayonnaise set's love of labeling all their kids as gifted. But then I wondered out loud "But wait, aren't I a gifted kid? What the hell does that say about ME?" Am I neurodivergent? Am I ADHD? Am I on the autism spectrum? I had a lot of questions, but not a lot of resources on how to get those answers. Free tests on the internet does not a spectrum person make.
I asked one of my fellow gifted kid buddies from school. She said that it was entirely possible we were both Neurodivergent and possibly on the spectrum. Buuuuut getting a diagnosis in Capitalismlandia is not actually that easy. Hell, people have to fight tooth and nail just to get ADHD diagnoses (especially POC and women). But a whole diagnosis to see exactly how fucking weird my brain is? That's a huge ask.
Girl, these deadlines....
Look, I just thought I had an awesome brain my whole life. I never thought I was awesome because my brain was literally not normal. I just thought my totally normal brain was really awesome! And I was always frustrated all the normies I interacted with didn't have my cool, awesome brain. Maybe my brain is weird after all. Oops.
But I have terrible health insurance so I'm gonna stay a "gifted Kid" until I figure out a way to get a proper diagnosis that won't fuck with my pre-existing conditions.
-Love, Joolz