I am an idealist, and ideally, I would form and follow a perfect value system. Therefore, I am also a perfectionist, but in a limited, internalized sense. I used to be a perfectionist about trivial physical things back when I was younger.
I had such a rough year in the fifth grade that I clearly remember the next year, trying to recover, where I would re-write a single paper six or seven times, not even because it wasn't worded quite right, but because a loop on one of the letters was just a little crooked or there was a bit of a wrinkle at the corner of the page. Everything had to be perfect so there would be nothing for anyone to criticize because I had already been hurt all that I could take the previous year and needed to feel safe at any cost.
The other students bullied me, so all I had was the teacher. In the fifth grade, the teacher thought I was problematic because I was disorganized, sensitive, imaginative and didn't hesitate to ask questions when I noticed inconsistencies in what she was teaching. I was going to make sure that the sixth grade was different. I would make sure that the new teacher liked me from the very start. This is why I was determined to be her favorite even if it meant never being able to relax. Fortunately, I easily earned the teacher's respect with my poetry and art. My sixth grade teacher had an INFP daughter and knew exactly how to nurture my creativity. I grew out of my perfectionism somewhere in the middle of the eighth grade. It took me that long to recover fully.




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