I was disappointed in my first online IQ test.
Not because it confirmed that I was ‘good with the words, dumb with the maths.’
No, it was in the disappointing “career recommendation.”
Apparently, this test assessed the strengths and weaknesses of my answers and offered me the kind of job I’d be good at.
Facts Curator? What the even is that?
I read further: a Facts Curator would be the type of person who knew a lot about a lot of things — dates, places, people, events.
The type of person who’d find themselves in a museum, or guiding tours, or whatever other paying job out there requires someone to act as a human wellspring of knowledge arcane and profane.
I didn’t like that.
I’ve no disrespect for those who’d choose the occupation of facts curation.
I very nearly went that route (!) in choosing a history major myself.
But the way they phrased it…
“Facts Curators can be useful.”
“Some people enjoy learning interesting tidbits from a human encyclopedia”
“Not everyone wants to Google information.”
Needless to say, I fought my way into a different and fulfilling career, one that doesn’t play to what people think my strengths are, but what they came to be.
The Life Autistic might be naturally suited for roles, jobs, and careers that fit our different skill sets.
And that’s great.
But I didn’t let my autistic traits define my career.
That choice didn’t belong to my autism.
It belonged to me.