It has happened to me numerous times over a couple of words actually.
One is uncooperative, since my parents describe me that way. The reason is because in 8th grade, 27 years ago, I didn't participate in a school project that wasn't required, so the teacher said I was uncooperative. Of course, my mother admitted to me that was the only incident of uncooperative behavior I ever did, so I don't see how one incident makes me such. My parents were just gunning for a reason to punish me for the whole summer back then, so they could take all of my interests and activities away and force me to be my sister's slave, which was good for her self esteem.
Another is glib. For some reason, another problem my parents love cramming down my throat is that I'm not glib, which I don't understand. When I was having trouble finding a job, my mother would say "In order to get a job you have to have that glib tongue." When she said that to me, I took my hands and clawed up my face out of rage. I was so frustrated with everything at the time I actually did make a plan to commit suicide because I couldn't figure out what it was that I did that made me the monster they seemed to think I was.
I have since moved away from them and pretty much, my family is no longer a part of my life. I live in a city none of them live in, which helps. I am full time employed and in the various jobs I've held here, my supervisors have nothing but good things to say about me. I do my job and get along with the people I work with.
I've come to resent the way I was raised, not being allowed to just do my thing as my siblings were allowed to. Being told I was always wrong, often being forced to go spend time with siblings who mistreated me, and even more so when they saw I had no choice in the matter, which just rammed home the fact that I was indeed a lower class citizen than they were.
I may be on the spectrum but you know what, I'm not ashamed of it, and I don't want to be cured.
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PrisonerSix
"I am not a number, I am a free man!"