14/11/2025
WHEN YOUR PARENTS CAN'T KEEP UP
Growing up intellectually gifted in a household where no one shares your cognitive intensity creates a kind of loneliness that cannot easily be named.
You inevitably feel oppressed or humiliated. This feeling persists even when no one actively tries to shut you down or humiliate you.
The sense of humiliation often arises in the small, daily moments when your enthusiasm is met with blank stares, your questions are waved away, and your excitement and passion are treated as showing off.
It happens when you are told to “stop thinking so much” or “stop asking so many questions.” The message lands the same way whether delivered with frustration or loving concern: you are too much.
Parents often fail to recognize giftedness when it does not mirror their own experience. They mistake your intensity for mental dysfunction, your depth for overthinking, and your complexity for arrogance. When they tell you to “calm down,” to “not think so much,” when they redirect your focus from abstract ideas to practical things, they think they are preparing you for the real world. But you experience each intervention as a denial of who you are, a message that your authentic self is unacceptable, that you must change to be loved.
Some parents may have struggled with their own unmet potential. Your brightness exposes their own unlived possibilities, their own compromises and settled-for dreams. Without meaning to, they might have compensated by minimizing your achievements, dismissing your struggles, or competing with you in subtle ways. They did these to maintain their position as the knowing adult, even when you had clearly surpassed their understanding in certain areas.
Eventually, you learned, painstakingly, to swallow your true voice and opinion. You learned to translate yourself, to become smaller, simpler, more digestible.
You would say “Never mind.” “It is not important.” But the truth is, your voice is important. In childhood and adolescence, you formed a sense of who you were partly through seeing yourself reflected in others’ responses.
When you shared a thought and someone engaged, built on it, challenged it, got excited about it, you learned that your inner world mattered. You developed confidence in your own mind through the experience of that mind being met. But because that exchange was not there, you internalized the message that your thoughts, your questions, your insights were not worth voicing.
To survive as an exile in your own home, you may have resorted to the world of books or the internet to seek intellectual equals. You found authors, online communities, and forums. Finding intellectual pockets and villages online might have been what saved you. But some part of you, physically situated in your family, may always feel like an exiled alien.
Studies show that gifted adults experience higher rates of social anxiety and imposter syndrome, particularly when their giftedness was not recognized or supported in childhood.
You have become an expert at reading social cues, at modulating your presence, at suppressing parts of yourself to make others comfortable. You are constantly, vigilantly assessing whether sharing a thought or a critique would cause rejection. You cannot purely celebrate a success; you have to modulate your happiness to a level others can tolerate.
It is almost as though you need to constantly adjust the social thermostat to make sure you are seen, but not too much, passionate enough, but not burning, shining enough, but not blinding.
Moving forward begins with coming to terms with some of the human givens of being neurodivergent gifted. You do function with more depth, complexity, and speed, and that is not inherently good or bad, or does not make you a better or worse person.
You may also have to grieve what happened and is still going on in your life now: the epistemological loneliness, the exhaustion of having to edit and translate yourself constantly, the loss of what could have been with parents who shared your cognitive capacities.
But grief is not the endpoint. Finding intellectual peers, even just one or two people, can dramatically change things. You do not need everyone to understand you. But the hope is there for you to find a small group of people who can keep up, who delight in the rapid fire of ideas, who do not need you to shrink. Perhaps not wholly, and not at first, but partially, gradually, and good enough.
You can become your own inner parent and validate the child who was confused about how to navigate a world where they had felt like a lost alien. In your grown-up body with freedom and agency, you can seek out peers and chosen families and mentors who can understand you, even if only partially, imperfectly, and sometimes. You can stop performing the false self that kept you safe as a child but keeps you trapped as an adult.
The perpetual sense of exile ends when you can come home to yourself.
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