Growing Up In An Organization Like This One...

I was 6 years old when I took the IQ test that would lead to my membership in Mensa. At 7, I became a mensan and knew it only as "the national genius association." (eventually I learned it was much more than that). As the only kid in my family of that caliber and with one of my sisters on the Autism spectrum, the differences in ability, expectations, and the way we were treated by our parents varied immeasurably. It caused problems.
In school, I would get bored because I was ready to move on, but the teachers had to linger a bit so everyone could get what they were teaching. That being the case, as I got older, the more I learned, the more I shared. Other students began to dislike me because I became somewhat of a "teacher's pet" and knew everything... It caused problems in my social world.
However, now that I'm in college, the teachers appreciate it and no one cares. Being a mensan is something to be PROUD of... Not ashamed of. Being different in a society where difference is negatively sanctioned, you learn to fit in. I don't know if you guys have experienced the isolation that comes from it, but growing up knowing I was different never helped - I was slightly embarrassed by who I was. Not anymore. Now I say "I'm proud to be a mensan. 11 years and a mensan for life."
rachy5262 rachy5262
Dec 23, 2012