Hey Everyone,
This is a subject I've been thinking about quite often as I navigate new territory in life.
Since I'm the only single person without kids in my family, it was decided (and agreed upon by myself) that I needed to learn a few things from family members to act as a back-up in case someone got sick or passed on. The nature of the work is completely unnatural to me, as it involves a lot of numbers and book work. I am the type of person who always thinks in words, pictures, and emotions, so numbers have never been my strong point. If you would have told me 10 years ago that I would be doing this, I probably would have said, "Sorry, I'm just not good at math -- I never have been, and I never will be, and I could never do that."_
I'm the kind of person who will plug 2 x 2 into the calculator -- not because I don't know the answer, but because I don't trust myself to keep that number in my head as I'm adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing 20 more. I was once told by someone I highly respect that I should probably go to a doctor because this person felt I most likely have ADHD. This observation was backed by personal experience, and after doing some research, I could definitely see myself as qualifying. However, I've also read the checklists of a number of other disabilities and disorders and I think I could easily qualify for a few, if not all of those as well. For now, I would just rather not know because if I do have these things, so far I've found a way around them.
It took about 8 months, but I finally had my "Helen Keller moment" when everything my family was trying to teach me finally started to "click." I asked God to expand my understanding, and now, about a year later, I've developed a craving to start learning on my own, and while I have to repeat the same lesson or video or speech MULTIPLE times and still take notes every time, it's finally starting to sink in. I always explain to people who are trying to teach me something, "I'm sorry, but my brain only picks up 1 or 2 pieces of information at a time. I need to have things repeated to me, often with some time in between, because my brain will then pick up different points each time, and I have to repeat it until I've learned all the most important points." And even though I've been that way all my life, it took up until probably the last 5 years that I could actually explain it to someone.
Learning has always been like this for me. School was an immense struggle that I hated. I COULD learn things and I did well in school, but it was an uphill climb on a snowy hill in bare feet the whole time. Meanwhile, I had a relative who could skip all the minor homework assignments, not study 'til the last minute before the major tests, and still wind up with at least a B.
I grew up right before the time that labeling children and giving them prescriptions seemed to be the answer to everything. Now as a disclaimer, please note that I am NOT AT ALL trying to discredit, shame, or criticize ANYONE who has been diagnosed with something, knows someone or has a child who is going through this, and/or is seeking the recommended treatment. I'm very open about having gone to counselors and doctors for depression in the past, so I am most certainly not above a diagnose and resulting treatment.
But what strikes me is that I have no doubt that I would have been labeled something, or some things, as a child, and I wonder how that would have affected me. A relative in my own household was treated for "irregular speech" problems and a supposed inability to read. That person then grew up to not only read 500-page novels for fun, but also has a flourishing career.
A highly respected member of a church I attended was told all his life that he was stupid and nothing but trouble. His class voted him "Most Likely to Go to Prison," and he was able to hide the fact that he could not read right up through his mid-20's. And yet, he later became a chiropractor and professional speaker whose engagements included universities, the United States military, and even the White House.
I know these stories are a bit of a one in a million, but I have two other friends with similar tales.
How much should we, especially as Christians, accept the labels we or others are given as limits, and how far should we push to try to overcome what we can, to the best that God enables us?
* What kinds of labels have you (or others around you) been given, and how has it affected the person given the label? (Only share if you would like to; I know this is a highly personal question.)
* Do you think you escaped being labeled certain things? How did this help or hinder you? (Did it spare you being held back, or did it keep you from seeking treatment you think you might have benefited from?)
* Have you pushed back against being labeled? How far did you find you can go?
Please know that I'm certainly not trying to say that any or all things can be overcome. I am never going to understand Physics or Statistics -- I was getting good grades in all my other classes, but those areas always held my GPA back. I just saw it as a God-given academic Achilles tendon to keep me from relying on myself.
This is just me speaking for myself, but I am personally grateful I wasn't labeled as a child because I'm pretty sure I would have grown into the characteristics of the label rather than into myself (whoever that may be -- I'm still asking God about that one!)
We all know that even the Apostle Paul was given "a thorn in the flesh" that God refused to take away, saying, "My grace is sufficient for you" (1 Corinthians 12:9.)
But in a world where almost everyone seems to be labeled with "something," how much should we pay attention to such "diagnoses," and how much should we rely on God to possibly break past the limitations we've been given?
I am eager to hear your stories.
This is a subject I've been thinking about quite often as I navigate new territory in life.
Since I'm the only single person without kids in my family, it was decided (and agreed upon by myself) that I needed to learn a few things from family members to act as a back-up in case someone got sick or passed on. The nature of the work is completely unnatural to me, as it involves a lot of numbers and book work. I am the type of person who always thinks in words, pictures, and emotions, so numbers have never been my strong point. If you would have told me 10 years ago that I would be doing this, I probably would have said, "Sorry, I'm just not good at math -- I never have been, and I never will be, and I could never do that."_
I'm the kind of person who will plug 2 x 2 into the calculator -- not because I don't know the answer, but because I don't trust myself to keep that number in my head as I'm adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing 20 more. I was once told by someone I highly respect that I should probably go to a doctor because this person felt I most likely have ADHD. This observation was backed by personal experience, and after doing some research, I could definitely see myself as qualifying. However, I've also read the checklists of a number of other disabilities and disorders and I think I could easily qualify for a few, if not all of those as well. For now, I would just rather not know because if I do have these things, so far I've found a way around them.
It took about 8 months, but I finally had my "Helen Keller moment" when everything my family was trying to teach me finally started to "click." I asked God to expand my understanding, and now, about a year later, I've developed a craving to start learning on my own, and while I have to repeat the same lesson or video or speech MULTIPLE times and still take notes every time, it's finally starting to sink in. I always explain to people who are trying to teach me something, "I'm sorry, but my brain only picks up 1 or 2 pieces of information at a time. I need to have things repeated to me, often with some time in between, because my brain will then pick up different points each time, and I have to repeat it until I've learned all the most important points." And even though I've been that way all my life, it took up until probably the last 5 years that I could actually explain it to someone.
Learning has always been like this for me. School was an immense struggle that I hated. I COULD learn things and I did well in school, but it was an uphill climb on a snowy hill in bare feet the whole time. Meanwhile, I had a relative who could skip all the minor homework assignments, not study 'til the last minute before the major tests, and still wind up with at least a B.
I grew up right before the time that labeling children and giving them prescriptions seemed to be the answer to everything. Now as a disclaimer, please note that I am NOT AT ALL trying to discredit, shame, or criticize ANYONE who has been diagnosed with something, knows someone or has a child who is going through this, and/or is seeking the recommended treatment. I'm very open about having gone to counselors and doctors for depression in the past, so I am most certainly not above a diagnose and resulting treatment.
But what strikes me is that I have no doubt that I would have been labeled something, or some things, as a child, and I wonder how that would have affected me. A relative in my own household was treated for "irregular speech" problems and a supposed inability to read. That person then grew up to not only read 500-page novels for fun, but also has a flourishing career.
A highly respected member of a church I attended was told all his life that he was stupid and nothing but trouble. His class voted him "Most Likely to Go to Prison," and he was able to hide the fact that he could not read right up through his mid-20's. And yet, he later became a chiropractor and professional speaker whose engagements included universities, the United States military, and even the White House.
I know these stories are a bit of a one in a million, but I have two other friends with similar tales.
How much should we, especially as Christians, accept the labels we or others are given as limits, and how far should we push to try to overcome what we can, to the best that God enables us?
* What kinds of labels have you (or others around you) been given, and how has it affected the person given the label? (Only share if you would like to; I know this is a highly personal question.)
* Do you think you escaped being labeled certain things? How did this help or hinder you? (Did it spare you being held back, or did it keep you from seeking treatment you think you might have benefited from?)
* Have you pushed back against being labeled? How far did you find you can go?
Please know that I'm certainly not trying to say that any or all things can be overcome. I am never going to understand Physics or Statistics -- I was getting good grades in all my other classes, but those areas always held my GPA back. I just saw it as a God-given academic Achilles tendon to keep me from relying on myself.
This is just me speaking for myself, but I am personally grateful I wasn't labeled as a child because I'm pretty sure I would have grown into the characteristics of the label rather than into myself (whoever that may be -- I'm still asking God about that one!)
We all know that even the Apostle Paul was given "a thorn in the flesh" that God refused to take away, saying, "My grace is sufficient for you" (1 Corinthians 12:9.)
But in a world where almost everyone seems to be labeled with "something," how much should we pay attention to such "diagnoses," and how much should we rely on God to possibly break past the limitations we've been given?
I am eager to hear your stories.
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