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Here’s my story. Thanks in advance to anyone willing to read this, and especially to those who take the time to reply.
I was born over thirty years ago into a family of six—my parents, two much older brothers, my grandmother, and myself. My childhood was pretty traumatic, to be honest. Aside from my grandma, everyone in the house treated me like I was incredibly dim-witted and incapable.
For instance, back in school, my grades hovered around a C or D average, while my brothers were straight-A students. My dad used to say he couldn't even trust me with the simplest task because I’d inevitably mess it up. There was also a lot of jealousy involved. I remember once when my parents bought me a model airplane kit to build (one of those classic Revelle sets you can still find today), my brother fought them on it, saying they were just throwing money away because I wouldn't be able to put it together anyway. To "help," my parents made him do it for me—and since he was actually experienced, he did. I remember counting his collection once; he had 117 models!
Well... years have passed since then. My parents moved out, taking me along with them, and my grandma passed away. My brothers graduated from Ivy League schools, climbed the corporate ladder, and started families of their own. My oldest brother took the Mensa test and scored an IQ of 148. My middle brother constantly brags about even higher scores, and apparently, his wife has an IQ of 160. My dad became a tenured professor at a major university, and his brother is an executive at a massive corporation...
... meanwhile, I finished school (with slightly better grades than before) and graduated from a mid-tier college. I managed to pick up a few awards from the university, but when my family congratulated me, the way they said it made it crystal clear they were actually mocking me.
Anyway, I eventually managed to get some distance from my parents and moved out. I found a girlfriend, we live together, and nowadays, I barely even speak to my parents or brothers.
A few months ago, I decided to go take the Mensa test. I went in feeling pretty confident, thinking the idea that I was significantly less intelligent than my brothers and the rest of my family was just nonsense...
... but the result didn't meet my expectations: 132. The letter from Mensa stated that the score was above average, placing me in the 92nd percentile (meaning I performed better than 92% of people). If I weren't surrounded by my current circle, I might be satisfied, but for me, it’s a disappointment because it's still nowhere near the level of my "terminator" relatives.
Is it possible they bullied and humiliated me all those years just because of that intelligence gap? Just a side note: I saw a psychiatrist once for some personal issues, but back then, I was convinced I couldn't possibly be that much less intelligent than my brothers. Even then, I got the impression the doctor was low-key laughing at me.
Should I go for testing one more time, just to be sure? Maybe try practicing IQ test prep questions? I don't know, I'm questioning the point of it all. Is there any sense in trying to reintegrate into the family? And honestly, does it even make sense to hang out with highly intelligent people, seeing how they seem to use their massive IQs: primarily as weapons in interpersonal power struggles.
I was born over thirty years ago into a family of six—my parents, two much older brothers, my grandmother, and myself. My childhood was pretty traumatic, to be honest. Aside from my grandma, everyone in the house treated me like I was incredibly dim-witted and incapable.
For instance, back in school, my grades hovered around a C or D average, while my brothers were straight-A students. My dad used to say he couldn't even trust me with the simplest task because I’d inevitably mess it up. There was also a lot of jealousy involved. I remember once when my parents bought me a model airplane kit to build (one of those classic Revelle sets you can still find today), my brother fought them on it, saying they were just throwing money away because I wouldn't be able to put it together anyway. To "help," my parents made him do it for me—and since he was actually experienced, he did. I remember counting his collection once; he had 117 models!
Well... years have passed since then. My parents moved out, taking me along with them, and my grandma passed away. My brothers graduated from Ivy League schools, climbed the corporate ladder, and started families of their own. My oldest brother took the Mensa test and scored an IQ of 148. My middle brother constantly brags about even higher scores, and apparently, his wife has an IQ of 160. My dad became a tenured professor at a major university, and his brother is an executive at a massive corporation...
... meanwhile, I finished school (with slightly better grades than before) and graduated from a mid-tier college. I managed to pick up a few awards from the university, but when my family congratulated me, the way they said it made it crystal clear they were actually mocking me.
Anyway, I eventually managed to get some distance from my parents and moved out. I found a girlfriend, we live together, and nowadays, I barely even speak to my parents or brothers.
A few months ago, I decided to go take the Mensa test. I went in feeling pretty confident, thinking the idea that I was significantly less intelligent than my brothers and the rest of my family was just nonsense...
... but the result didn't meet my expectations: 132. The letter from Mensa stated that the score was above average, placing me in the 92nd percentile (meaning I performed better than 92% of people). If I weren't surrounded by my current circle, I might be satisfied, but for me, it’s a disappointment because it's still nowhere near the level of my "terminator" relatives.
Is it possible they bullied and humiliated me all those years just because of that intelligence gap? Just a side note: I saw a psychiatrist once for some personal issues, but back then, I was convinced I couldn't possibly be that much less intelligent than my brothers. Even then, I got the impression the doctor was low-key laughing at me.
Should I go for testing one more time, just to be sure? Maybe try practicing IQ test prep questions? I don't know, I'm questioning the point of it all. Is there any sense in trying to reintegrate into the family? And honestly, does it even make sense to hang out with highly intelligent people, seeing how they seem to use their massive IQs: primarily as weapons in interpersonal power struggles.