I couldn't agree more. I *STILL* don't know how to play. We *LEARNED*. Everything was labelled. There were flash cards. Alphabet cards. Quizzes. When I was around Owen's age, 12mo well-baby visit, I could rattle off the proper names of my body parts for the doctor—I have the assessment notes in my documentation of weirdness files.
It sucked. It was awful. I never knew how to socialize well as a child. I'm still baffled when people do things for fun. I have no idea what my mother would have done if she hadn't had high IQ kids. But the end result? Catastrophe. And I'm sure at least a bit of the mess can be laid at the feet of high pressure age-inappropriate learning.
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Date: 2012-03-02 11:10 pm (UTC)It sucked. It was awful. I never knew how to socialize well as a child. I'm still baffled when people do things for fun. I have no idea what my mother would have done if she hadn't had high IQ kids. But the end result? Catastrophe. And I'm sure at least a bit of the mess can be laid at the feet of high pressure age-inappropriate learning.