Some thoughts and examples of deep thoughts had as a child, to give an insight into the kinds of thinking undertaken by our gifted youngsters.
This post is for Miss F, who does amazing work with gifted children and helps them and their parents find some peace and acceptance with their exquisite differences. You know who you are.
Someone asked me the other day what it was like being Gifted. How did it differ from ‘normal’ people? The easiest way to answer this question is to write down a few examples from my childhood just to give you idea of the types of thought/brain processes that can go on in a gifted child’s brain. (not the content particularly but the SIZE of them).
As you read, keep in mind that these weren’t deliberations that went on over weeks or days, but happened in a flash, or at the VERY most, during an afternoon under my oak tree whilst reading a book on our farm. Continue reading “Bottomless Thoughts”
“Come on, its fun!”
This was the sound of my childhood. I tried hard, I really did, but was not a natural athlete. Three years of going to gymnastics twice a week and I couldn’t swing myself on to the bar, twist on the beam or somersault on the mat. To this day my gymnastic prowess ends at being able to execute beautifully a forward roll and a round off; after sufficient warm ups of course.
Not all games are fun. Continue reading “Not All Games are Fun”
Emotional Intensity seems to be the order of the day with covering sensual intensity in the last post. It has been really present for me over the last few days, both the benefits of being this ‘intense’ for my friends and family and also the drawbacks.
I want to start with a story. I had a friend, who for the purpose of the blog I’ll name Bobby. He and I had a fantastic connection and were best mates. The only male I was closer to was my husband. Bobby was the brother I’d never had, growing up as I did as third of four sisters. We even had the same birthday and used to joke often about how we were pretty much twins, that the universe had screwed up somewhere along the line. We maintained our friendship over travels, distance and time, clocking up ten years until last February. Continue reading “Taking a Walk on the Blindside”