What happened to the kid that you knew who was moved up a year at your school?

I was moved up a year in primary school. By year 2 I was acing all the assessments, had a reading age of 18+, and would annoy my teacher by occasionally correcting her maths. I like to joke that I intellectually peaked at age 6. I was a bit of a weirdo who would sometimes choose to stay inside at break to do extra maths rather than go and play with the other children, today I would probably have been assessed for ASD. Despite this there were some very supportive staff at the school who made things bearable and I did end up making a few friends in the end. When it came to year 6 I was still doing well and my teachers said I was easily working at GCSE level in several subjects. However it was pretty clear that I wasn't ready to move on to 'big school'. I have a July birthday so was already among the youngest when in my correct year, so almost two years younger than some of the kids I would have shared a class with. Socially I just wasn't there yet. My parents did look at a private school that had some kind of special pre-entry year for kids like me, but we couldn't afford it so I ended up repeating year 6. I did not enjoy this and left school with pretty average results despite excelling in previous years. I didn't adjust too well to secondary school. I got 'lost in the crowd' as they say. I was very shy and didn't like to draw attention to myself. No one knew or cared that I had been marked as a gifted child at my previous school and I just ended up hiding away a bit. I found everything about the place quite intimidating (it was a bit of a 'sink school' and got closed by OFSTED not long after I left). I did make friends in the end, but being very insecure I often found myself overcompensating in social situations. Really, I was a pretty thoughtful kid with a lot of genuine intellectual interests, but I ended up developing a performative 'fuck school' attitude. This was in part genuine resentment towards my shitty school but also an attempt to impress my peers. I got into some pretty bad habits around school work, became a serial truant and started drinking and experimenting with drugs at a pretty young age. Alcohol really does do wonders for social anxiety! I swung around a bit at A Level, especially in the second year. When you enter sixth form teachers suddenly start treating you a bit more like adults and I responded quite well to that. I got some exceptional scores in my A Levels but still lacked self confidence and limited my university applications to local unis. At uni I continued to drink hard. I still struggled socially and emotionally and overcompensated for it in all sorts of embarrassing ways. I also became one of those students who would see how far they could push it in terms of not doing any work; the aim of the game was to see how little you could do and still get a 2:1. I wrote my 10k word dissertation over the weekend before the deadline and got a high 2:1 score and a 2:1 overall in my degree. I left uni in the middle of the credit crunch with an average degree from an average institution, with no real connections to speak of and still struggling with my social skills. Needless to say I spent some time unemployed. I did get a job in the end but shortly after I had a bit of a nervous breakdown which I won't go into here but suffice to say it stunted me for a few more years. I'm doing better now. I'd say for the most part I present as a pretty normal person. I have an unremarkable office job, a partner, a young child, and a flat in London. My anxiety is much improved. I refuse to do IQ tests out of fear that I'd find out everything from my primary school days was a fluke! I'm still intellectually curious and maybe even have some deep insight in certain areas, but these are nothing to do with my job and I've never excelled at anything on the real world. I'm in my mid thirties now and have a terrible sense that I only have a few years left to 'do something'. I've always left everything to the last minute so who knows...