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When I was in grammar school, all my teachers wanted me on meds, but my mom defended them saying I was fine and didn't need anything. I was always getting up and fidgeting, was super unorganized, and always had to ask for the instructions for tasks like 2 or 3 times. My grades were fine. Then in highschool I stopped caring, almost dropped out but graduated due to the fact the lowest grade that could be put into the system was a 50 unless you didn't do anything for a task, so basically if you do anything, then pass a few tests, you'll pass. Then I sat around playing video games for a couple years, and switching hobbies biweekly. I don't know how I got away with this. I was good at avoiding my mom, and she was weak willed, and I'd brush her off any time she mentioned me getting a job, and hide from relatives to avoid the convos that cropped up every time. Then I got a retail job or two, then found a help desk job, and moved up. I'm 24 now and still haven't really seen anyone about it, but as far as work is concerned I'm usually fine since I like what I'm doing. SSH IT ZOMBIE fucked around with this message at 02:42 on Aug 22, 2009 |
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