My issue was kinda compounded though by the fact that my homeschooling didn't have any structure, as mentioned... At all. See, my parents did think that I was a genius, and that I as a child would intuitively know what was best for my own development.
Again, *something* worked, as I did fairly well with whatever measurements were made of my progress... But yeah. Mainly my education was just getting interested in something and then reading a book about it.
Then my grandfather (whom I was close to) died in 1998, my dog (who spent at least as much time raising me as my parents, and was my one fast friend through 3-4 moves across the country) died in '99, 2000 hit the world and puberty hit me as we moved yet again into what was effectively a retirement community with the youngest neighbor clocking in at 72 years, my dad adultered and I tried to avoid becoming an adult.
And my parents went along with my answer of "nothing" when asking me what I wanted to do. "It's a phase, he'll snap back on his own when he feels it's time". Cue several years of isolation and dark thoughts, when I described my general state of being as "I feel like I'm rotting from the inside out".
But it's okay. I was a smart kid. The smartest kid. I'd work out a solution, as I was the only one who could. They just had to sit on their hands and wait patiently until I figured it out.
Yeah... Didn't quite work out so well.