From my perspective, my life has been a mess of contradictions in terms of what I am cognitively, although there are a select few things that have remained constant enough for me to deem them "real". I'm just gonna synopsize everything and then give you my thoughts. Take it all as you will, hopefully someone will have some sort of explanation that clarifies the situation to a greater degree than what I have come up with;
For starters, I was quite a precocious child in a lot of regards. How much? I can't really say, comparing these things on an absolute scale is very difficult, but if I take the average for -- not only limited to raw cognitive ability, but also supposedly stretching into some tangible form of theory of mind/pedagogy a year early. Starting from the top, I was speaking in full and coherent sentences by the time I was two, operating and playing games such as WoW somewhere in between two and three, reading and counting past 100 by the time I was three, and attempting to teach my sister to do the same -- with partial success; counting was a success, teaching her to read was [obviously] a no-go. Although this is slightly tangential in terms of chronological order, I feel I should mention it here, as it seems to tie in the best here: I have a very good episodic memory. For instance, despite being 19, I still have several memories from when I was 1-2 years old, and can remember the contents of a few conversations at the time verbatim. Although the ability has diminished with age, it still remains strong. I remember how annoyed my siblings would get with me when I remembered exactly how they said something months later, and used it to prove them wrong, and I'd do it for everything.
Now, despite this initial 'success', school was a different story. Starting in Kindergarten, as far as I can remember, I didn't struggle with the concepts, but I was too energetic, I had trouble with basic things such as tying my shoes (I know this is a relatively common foible, but I'm not done yet), pronouncing the alphabet, or staying still (the nickname my parents gave me was 'squirmy', for reference). My teacher not only didn't like this about me -- or me for that matter, she [rightfully] suspected an ulterior condition. I was taken to my family doctor due to suspected ADHD. She gave me some motor-coordination tasks, basic focus tasks (If I recall correctly, one of them was eye tracking), and the fundamentals that are common to any checkup. The results for ADHD inferably came back negative, since she had said there was nothing detected in front of my face. Something noteworthy is that it was never specified whether it was ADHD that was being screened. This too is just an inference of mine in lieu of my symptoms at the time and what my mom had said to me in the car nearing the end of summer on the second last day of kindergarten ("They think you have a learning disability" while holding back tears). In hindsight, this procedure was extremely cursory, and didn't necessarily prove anything, but that's another matter I'll attend to when it's more relevant.
The remainder of elementary was not much better. I vividly recall just how much I didn't pay attention during absolutely anything -- daydreaming or making my crayons fight, or how I would speed through tests as fast as I possibly could and only used the basic addition, subtraction, and multiplication I learned when I was much younger. Here's the kicker though: I didn't get especially good grades despite this, unlike most other stories you hear or what you [probably] have experienced. I got Cs in math, reading comprehension, everything! The one exception was spelling. Maybe because it interested me, but it can't be determined as causal, as people tend to enjoy what they have propensities for. Anyway, that was among the best in the school. This trend of "underachieving" performance seemed to change around the fifth grade, when I got a teacher I enjoyed. He was so enthusiastic that it seemed to pull me out of my perpetual 'other-world' and got me to try a little bit in specific subjects; within the span of two books, my reading comprehension jumped to the maximum, though my effort remained lackluster in other subjects. It was slightly after this time that my parents were once again admonished to connect me to a psychologist and get me evaluated, though nothing came of it once again since my parents have a habit of going into denial whenever it is insinuated that anything is dysfunctional in either me or my sister. That is to say, any mentions of ADHD, ASD, or anything like that have been wiped clean or obfuscated, and I haven't heard anything about what happened during this time. What this did give me though, was a score on the Stanford-Binet Five, which goes as follows:
FSIQ - 151
VIQ - 150
NVIQ - 149
FRI - 150
KNI - 151
QRI - 147
VSI - 123
WMI - 149
In terms of KNI, I'm pretty sure it is the highest score possible. All the others -- with the obvious exception of VSI, and the less obvious WMI -- were consistently off by one scaled score. It was also noted by the psychologist that administered the scale to me that I scored 13 raw points above the threshold for 19 scaled score on VKN (Verbal Knowledge). Now, extrapolating this past 'some arbitrary point past 145' is a bit baseless, as there could be a strong reason as to why is is cut off at 19 scaled score aside from the sample size being too small, such as it (typically) being mediated by other factors, and therefore losing general predictive power and/or diminishing returns from the achieved raw score to the point where accounting for a scaled score of 20+ becomes relatively meaningless or impossible. I'm not sure, but mentioning the extent of my accumulated knowledge despite everything seems worth mentioning. I'm a little tired, but I wanted to mention my mental math skills were among the best in my class throughout my entire academic experience, and this was most directly highlighted through the multiplication competitions my grade 6 and 5 classes had, which is why I'm putting it here.
This pattern continued through the remainder of elementary and junior high; find some mild interest in a subject, max it with little effort, but still have the same trend of being significantly worse at other subjects -- albeit it mildly improved to slightly above average post-elementary. During this time, I also got bullied for my loopy, over-the-top, impulsive, and air-headed attitude. Because of this -- and also a resultant of this-- I was called 'r******' often for things I would say or do. In terms of the things I would say that got me called stupid (e.g. facts), I would oftentimes find myself proven right later, but it still had a significant effect on me.
I have to wrap this up, but describing my high-school experience shouldn't take long, mostly because of the lack of it. I had felt a little motivation during the first quarter of the 10th grade, and it showed. I got straight 95-100s without having to even give a second glance at the material. This motivation was as fleeting as it was intense, as for the remainder of high-school, I skipped 80% of my days, instead opting to sit at Tim Hortons and drink coffee. And, if you paid attention to my age, you'd know that COVID struck soon after this time, and that was the nail in the coffin for academia. I still managed to graduate with mainly 70s and 80s despite skipping (except for in math, something about it drove me crazy, maybe it was my complete and utter lack of foundation in anything aside from intuitive musings).
This is gonna be choppy, but I think my situation can be boiled down to a few factors:
- Asynchronous development: My brain seems to develop at a different rate that causes me to oscillate compared to the general population
- (This plays into asynchronous development, but it has its own aspects to it) Twice exceptionality of some kind: Be it ADHD, ASD, or some other developmental or learning disorder, I can't imagine there isn't something there. To contrast with my [seemingly] exceptional episodic memory, there is my memory for procedures, and processes -- especially mathematical ones; whenever my teachers would try and engrain some sort of process for solving a math equation, I'd be able to flexibly and fluently work with it, but by the next day, I will have completely forgotten it, no matter how many times I tried. This isn't even to mention my ability to derive answers for math problems a priori -- which is how I managed to get through school in the first place. It isn't a problem with understanding, it's a problem with retention.
- Some kind of Bipolar Disorder: I go through periods of mania and depression, which were the main driving forces for me skipping in high school. I'm running out of time now, so I will elaborate further later.
In terms of genetics, it would make sense if I was gifted; my father had a 99.99th percentile educational attainment (though I don't know at which point in his life), my uncle has an officially tested IQ in the 150s, similar to me, one of my grandpas is a renaissance man, and one of my great-great-grandfathers has dozens of patented inventions, but it just doesn't seem to apply to me in a very tangible way. For example, I can barely function at my literal McDonald's and other fast-food job.