So apparently I have been hermiting to excess, mixed with a certain amount of imposter syndrome. That and dealing with the inevitable flurry of bugs that follow a major release (all things considered, they weren’t too bad) and all the usual crap.
Sorry about failing to post – I’ve been spacing anything social like you wouldn’t believe… actually, you probably would. It’s normal folk who’d have issues.
But then, I’ve completely failed to locate normal many times. I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
It’s a bit like the misconception that the excessively intelligent will do well no matter how crappy their education is.
I could give my unvarnished opinion of that belief, but I’d strip varnish if I did. Pretty much the entirety of all societies is geared to the majority – which if you know about the intelligence bell curve (arguments about its validity aside) means those within one or two standard deviations from the mean. Namely, normal people.
Those who do best tend to be those on the higher end of the bell’s body – what could be called “high normal”, or in IQ terms, around 120, give or take a bit. The ones who are normal, but just do things a little better than others. And usually conform to social norms, mostly.
The reason is pretty simple – the further out on the “rims” of the bell a person is, the harder it is for them to communicate with normal folk. I don’t remember where I read it (I used to have a crapload of academic literature about gifted kids and adults, but offloaded it before I moved to the US) but I read somewhere that if you’re using IQ as a guideline, most people can only really communicate well within 20 – 30 points of their own score. So someone with an IQ of 180 hast to really work to be able to communicate with someone who’s in the normal range. Someone in the 150 range could probably act as a translator, though.
I don’t actually know my IQ score, but I do know it’s high. On the flip side, my ability to understand body language and social cues, if scored on the same scale, would probably be near zero. I just don’t “get” most people.
Seriously, I don’t. We Odds are a bit different. We know what not fitting in feels like and we – at least most of the folk here – tend to give a bit more leeway when we don’t follow where someone is going (for myself, my leaps of logic skip a huge number of steps, so something that’s obvious to me can be head-scratchingly “huh???” for others).
I’m pretty much the poster child for intellectually gifted and emotionally inept – partly the holdover of natural naivete (yes, the cynicism and sarcasm is a learned defensive mechanism) and partly being ostracized by my age group while I was growing up – because kids can tell when someone is different and they’re merciless when it comes to driving out the outsider. It’s part of the whole working out the limits and social mechanisms that happens at that age, and part of why the kids that are intellectually gifted and ping their schoolfellows “not one of us” sense should really be in a separate group of their equals.
Alas, when teachers are asked to identify gifted kids, they typically pick out the well behaved and good at school sorts. The high normals, as a rule. Not that this is their fault: teachers are typically normal people too.
I’d love to be able to say there’s an easy answer, but there isn’t. Being blessed – or cursed – with ridiculously high intelligence doesn’t mean a kid can’t hide it and it doesn’t mean it will present itself in an obvious way. If the kid in question has other issues, the effect can be one of defiance and obstruction (gee, this is starting to sound kind of familiar) – and teachers are understandably reluctant to “reward” kids like that.
Of course, when our ilk, the Odd, the “too smart”, the different, the creative… when we’re allowed to join in and do our thing, we’re the ones that come up with the ideas or the things that change the world. Or not, depending on our nature – but there’s a damn good reason why the “eccentric artist/author/etc” and the “mad scientist” are cliches.
And this is what happens when I ramble on. I ramble on, free associate in ways that don’t necessarily make sense, and produce posts like this.