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universallyabhorred
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I had a primary care physician whom I went to see for checkups, vaccinations or whenever I had a health problem, all the way from early childhood to age 19. While he did his job decently and was mostly professional, two things he said comes to my mind.
The first time was all the way back when I was 11 or 12, during a yearly checkup, I don't entirely remember the context, but he was aware of my diagnosed autism. Out of nowhere he mentioned, that throughout my life I'd only have a few friends, maybe a small group of them, and limited success with girls, implying I'd never be popular, liked by most of my peers or totally sexually successful. Unfortunately his predictions actually turned out to be a bit sugarcoated, since here I am with no friends and absolutely no sexual or romantic experiences.
Another time when I went in as an adult, he asked about my college major and asked me a few times skeptically if I thought I could complete it and whether I could pass a math class that I had failed, indicating that he had little faith in my intellectual abilities or at least thought that I wasn't intelligent. Just as he assumed, I ended up dropping out, partially due to my intelligence but also due to a poor social environment and suicidal depression. Surprisingly, I did manage to narrowly pass that math class, second time around, not that it matters anymore.
The first time was all the way back when I was 11 or 12, during a yearly checkup, I don't entirely remember the context, but he was aware of my diagnosed autism. Out of nowhere he mentioned, that throughout my life I'd only have a few friends, maybe a small group of them, and limited success with girls, implying I'd never be popular, liked by most of my peers or totally sexually successful. Unfortunately his predictions actually turned out to be a bit sugarcoated, since here I am with no friends and absolutely no sexual or romantic experiences.
Another time when I went in as an adult, he asked about my college major and asked me a few times skeptically if I thought I could complete it and whether I could pass a math class that I had failed, indicating that he had little faith in my intellectual abilities or at least thought that I wasn't intelligent. Just as he assumed, I ended up dropping out, partially due to my intelligence but also due to a poor social environment and suicidal depression. Surprisingly, I did manage to narrowly pass that math class, second time around, not that it matters anymore.
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