I used to seriously wonder if I was adopted.
When I was IQ tested at a young age my mother refused to tell me the score. The only reason I asked about it, personally I didn’t much care, was because one of my close friends at the time used to run around declaring he was a genius because he had an IQ of 145. My mom said I was in the top percentiles with him but the actual number wasn’t important. I’m not sure if she did that to protect my ego or his.
I’m a fairly intellectual guy (and egotistical), excellent at problem solving and logic, and no one else in my family is in the same intellectual categories as me. I’m the first college graduate and by far the most successful of anyone in my family. I remember when I was a teenager looking at my parents and feeling kind of ashamed by their lack of success and drive… and wondering where the hell my brains came from because obviously my parents weren’t that smart.
It took many years and far more life experience before I learned to appreciate the type of intelligence my parents have. Continue reading