shivajikobardan said:
Easy.
Make up for it!
Finish your studies.
Question:
You suffered from mental issues.
Surely you knew back then:
Seeing you did not act, think nor feel like others did, was a dead give-away, no?
In my youth, I was a lone wolf.
I severely despised my peers, I found them so damn silly, childish, and far too busy/hectic for my liking.
Where they played outside, being all "stupid", my "activity" was encyclopedia and similar.
Since early child, I was reading these, in fact.
I was 6, tore my dad's music installation apart, put it back together ... and it worked.
And only, because I just HAD to know how it worked.
Same for the vacuum cleaner, and almost the TV we had.
If my dad did not arrive on time, I might have had quite a shocker (static electricity from the picture tube, which was of deadly voltages).
Of course, this made me an outsider.
We had one big "playground" in school, divided by a long building of toilets on both sides.
One side was for "the kiddies", the other side for the Humaniora (higher college), and while only 6 (and this up to my 12, until I went to the Humaniora myself), the Humaniora is where I was to be found.
Never on my own playground, since, these "silly kiddies" annoyed the flying hell out of me.
I also enjoyed to be around the elderly, who were so damn wise, life-experienced, patient (which was needed, you'll soon learn why), calm ... "my type of people".
But I was alone.
I noticed that.
Others my age were not like that, I was the only one.
And I was laughed with, ridiculed, but I cared less.
It never got to me.
What did was if someone got bullied:
I became a raging lunatic then (I could not stand injustice to others), and bullies got quite a beating then.
When I got older, and finally could act a bit on myself -not that prone to my parent's wishes any more- I went to see a psychologist.
And he fairly quickly got it figured out:
Serious case of ADHD (which was DAMN obvious: I could not sit stil for a second) (get it, why I loved the elderly being so patient?), and additionally ... quite severely so, as well.
Been tested:
Asperger's ... and all that came with it.
My hatred vs bullies and other injust things?
Well, Asperger's ...
The rage?
This sense of inability to cope with injustice and thus angered me ... fuelled by my ADHD!
Creating a quite explosive mixture.
In short:
I knew straight away, even as toddler, that i was different.
Once I could, took measures in my own hands, dealt with it.
You too should have picked something up in that regard, being different ... no?
So ... what happened?
Or, NOT?