I was previously working at Taco Bell at 35 years-old, even though I had a bachelor's degree and was one year into grad school. I felt like the worst person in the world. Here I was, smart enough to have earned a doggone college degree yet considered too "dumb" to do anything but fast food work with people who didn't even have high school diplomas. And my co-workers definately treated me accordingly.
I don't know how many times my peers have called me "dumb", "ret*d", or "crazy" throughout my life as did my own mother. Anything good I did, they ignored. They selectively remembered only the things I did wrong. Doesn't do very much for the self esteem at all. I'm now at the point where I believe in myself and am proud of the things I can do rather than dwelling on what I can't. My brain works differently from other people but I see that as what makes me unique.
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"There is difference and there is power. And who holds the power decides the meaning of the difference." --June Jordan