In my experience, having been abused has allowed me to isolate and spend my time alone with books. This has given me tons of free time to learn difficult subjects to the point that I've even managed to pull a 3.96 GPA in college.(not yet finished) I'm definitely not gifted, but I've taken many challenging courses like Latin, Paleography, Advanced Calculus, Calligraphy, Religious Studies, Eastern Philosophy, and Symbolic Logic. It's always fun and interesting to learn a lot of different subjects, but none of them ultimately fulfills me and eventually I feel nuaseated. Mere scholarship can be like opiate for the intellect: He that increaseth in knowledge increaseth in sorrow. (Eccl. 1:18)
Sadly, in the last three years I've received Dean's List awards almost every semester, as well as Certificates of Achievement, and even special invitations to various Honor Societies, all of which I've either declined, thrown away, or destroyed in my nihilism--that mood where it feels like nothing really matters and existence itself I perceive as being utterly meaningless. Macbeth describes it well:
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Jesse