I feel like my parents didn't appreciate how awesome of a kid I was, though. Did you guys have a similar experience? My INTJ dad was slightly more understanding than my ESFP mom, natch, but both treated my ingenuity as more devious behavior that they were worried about than signs of a brilliant mind.
My dad's an ESTJ and my mom, INFP. My mom was actually quite supportive of my inquisitiveness. They reached a breaking point in Grade 5**, when there was a discussion of 'kicking me out'. My mom's statement, "There is NO way you are failing out of Grade FIVE!!!" I think that's when she became a hard-ass with me. Which led to worse rebellion. I don't think it was easy for my parents.
** I was a talkative kid (I know, big suprise), and I had this one good friend in Grade 5, and we finally got placed to sit beside each other. I was told to stop talking by the teacher. Didn't work. We were separated. I upped it to passing notes. Told to stop. Didn't work. We were moved across the room from each other. That got me mad, so, one day soon after, at the bus stop, there was this deaf person that handed out those sign-language little booklets (with all the alphabets) to collect for charity so I got my mom to buy that. She was so touched I wanted to learn sign language.
Learned it. Taught my friend. And, we started 'talking' using sign language, using just the alphabets as sign language. That, I guess, was when my teacher had had enough.
And....he put me at the back of the class, got a cardboard box, cut out one face of it, made me sit at my desk, and used that box as blinders around my desk (like one would a horse) so that I couldn't see ANYTHING in the class...except this little cut-out window on the front face of the cardboard that he measured for me to see
only the blackboard (and his fat ass) at the front.
I used the whole time to draw cartoon comic-strips all over the inside of the cardboard, filled with talking bubbles...making fun of the teacher.
Needless to say...this was the straw that broke my teacher's back, and his case was that this was a final in a string of evidence that I'm too disruptive to be manageable in a regular school environment.
I believe, that cardboard box thing he did - was straight up, child abuse! It's like, I can't fight fair, so I'll imprison you. Horrible asshole! The kids stayed away from me.
Whatever. My parents had learned that the more they force me to obey, the more I'm gonna find ways to work the system. So, my mom was perceptive enough to reach me at a level where she fed my curiosity rather than putting the flame out. I was very good at following rules when she'd give logical justification for them....she and my dad learned.