Complaining wasn't just a matter of losing face for me. I had a terrible time fitting in during grade school which really seemed to distress my mother. If I had complained, it would have been like confirming to her that something was wrong with me--and I really did believe that something was wrong with me! I had no idea there were other kids like me until I started attending a GT school in 8th grade.

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