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I glided through elementary, high school and about three years of college before I found something challenging, and had no idea at all how to “study”. In every other topic in every other year, I just listened to the teacher and maybe read the book and that was all I needed to do to get decent grades and understand the material. Then I hit junior year of college and stuff just wasn’t going into my head by itself like before and I had (have) no idea how to make it go there. I never learned how to learn, 'cause I was “smart” enough not to have to.
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Actually… that sounds just like me. I finished, but didn’t learn much in the process since it was the classes I skated through that earned me my degree.
Meanwhile, I’m in here wondering how you correct this problem in an adult. NajaHusband will try something one time and if he’s not immediately successful, he’ll never touch it again. He refuses to ever learn to drive a car with a standard transmission because he tried it once at sixteen and didn’t get it. We even had a fight about this yesterday–we went out to buy new desk chairs, a special treat for ourselves. Half way there, he asks me how to get to OfficeMax, a store which I’ve been to exactly once on a side of town where I rarely need to go. I took a stab at navigating, got the directions wrong, and when we clearly weren’t going to get there going that way, we turned around. We didn’t get it right the second time, either, and he throws a fit, huffing and puffing about how he’s just going home :mad:. This is a small town, we’d have found the place if we’d just gotten off the freeway in the general area, but he was all pissed that things hadn’t gone exactly perfectly and that’s the end of that shopping excursion.
I hate it, absolutely hate it when he does this. I’m terrified that he’s going to teach our (hypothetical) kids the same trait.
I tried gently pointing out to him that it wasn’t a big deal, and that we’d find the place faster trying now than wasting a whole other day making a different trip of it. He again huffs at me with “well I don’t know what you expect me to do, you didn’t know how to get there”. I say “I took a guess and I got it wrong, so what? I expect you to be an adult, do what needs doing to get the job done, and not throw a temper tantrum at the first sign of minor adversity. This isn’t a crisis situation. Let’s just go to a different store, since we were going to price-shop at two places anyway. It’s really, really not a big deal.”
He went home. I just moved into the driver’s seat and went out and got the damn chairs myself–and scored two beautiful chairs, way nicer than our budget would have allowed otherwise at 50% off. I never really know what to do–I feel like he needs to see me shrug things off and just get the task completed, but I don’t want him to feel like I’m showing him up or something, either. I told him where I was going and invited him along, but he was mad and didn’t want to come.
He has this (sometimes flattering, sometimes irritating) image of me where he honestly thinks I can do anything in the world. Like fix anything that breaks or cut his hair, or get a good deal buying a car. He really thinks I’m capable of doing anything in the world–but it’s only because I’m not afraid of trying and failing and learning how in the process. I don’t know how to make him understand that.