No one's said it flat out but I know some think it: " You're not loud and self-agrandizing enough-you aren't well off-you aren't ENTJ!"
I don't fit a shallow stereotype!? Oh noes!
I didn't grow up with the support most people have. TBH, I don't think the chronic debilitating disease was the problem but how my family deal with it.
" You have a disease that's just going to kill you so why bother doing anything with your life?"
Since they were lazy my Grandmother raised and she was flat out crazy. I had ambitions she had narcism, a martry complex and something akin to munchousen by proxy. ( I say a kin because I did have severely limiting health problems but nearly to the extent that she made out to be) she made them out to be mental, like a serious developmental disorder, she hired a baby sitter when I was 24. She put me on government help before I was out if HS and had a chance to try on my own. In HS they didn't believe my disease was real. They said I was lazy and a bad kid ( I slept through class because I was sick) tbh, I only technically graduated-they just gave me a diploma because they were sick of dealing with my Grandmother.
When I told her I wanted to go to college she said " Oh honey, you can't! You just can't!"
I finally escaped from her and a week later I started college by accidentally taking the wrong bus- I paid for classes with money I saved up from my first job.
I got my AA there, and a BA in law, paid for by the head of DECA in my HS. I hate business but I needed the credits. I got the best grades without trying. I wanted to quit but stayed on as a TA in exchange for a few years of law paid for ( I wanted marine biology but he had no clout there).
No, I didn't get to be a lawyer. By that time my disease progressed and I ended up on disability for the reason that " No one will hire you with those limitations."
But I live with a wonderfull husband in a decent home in a pretty great area. I have friends who respect me and know what I'm capable of. I look for work where I can find it but as was predicted, no one will hire someone who can't sit or stand for four hours and sure as hell not someone who will miss more than two days a months because thier body just decides to take the day off.
In the meantime I became an artist. I have a small following/group of clients. I don't want to get too popular. The world if " big art" just doesn't appeal to me.
No one thought I'd live past nine, no one thought I'd live in my own they sure as hell thought I'd be alone forever.
Point is, according to some I haven't done much but I did it all on my win with the world working against me.