I heard it from no one. When I said I have known the words since childhood and I was tormented and suicidal following them, I literally meant myself, not someone who recounting their experience to me (one of those stories involves a girl being bullied and abused in a Christian school, where images of Jesus silently stared at her as motionless and useless as any Jesus or god who could have helped her).
I had that. Several of them, actually.
Why is it Christians always make assumptions when I bring up my experiences with the Church? No matter the wording, it always comes down to assumptions that allow them to dismiss my experiences as somehow being invalid because somehow things just right or real.
What of it? I started reading Dr. Suess in pre-school, got over the excitement of reading a "book without pictures" before third grade, reading Poe in fifth grade, began reading Shakespeare in middle school, couldn't get enough Lovecraft, Stephen King, or Ann Rice in high school, breezed through my college level math, algebra, and pre-calc (though admittedly I struggled abit trying to remember all the different values and minor adjustments to a procedure for statistics), and started tackling grad-school level philosophers while still an undergrad (and with only a minor in philosophy).
Says every whiny American who cries about math and complains "it's hard," and insists they'll "never use it."
And failing in college? That doesn't even come close to the anguish of having to deny who you are as a person because of the sheer horror when you are terrified that giving in will send you to Hell (and you feel those flames burning your flesh and feel the mental trauma of being separated from god). And, since you mentioned failing in college, I was failing at that my first time around because the Church left me with no sense of direction and I had no motivation or clue where I was going after I left. I went to college after high school, and proudly did terrible enough to leave with a GPA of 1.222. And once I found direction in life, taking charge of my own life and no longer being burdened by the silly notion of sin, my GPA rose to 3.62. I went from barely graduating high school (and pretty much only because my mom made me) to graduating college magna cum, with distinctions and honors, and with way more honor's courses and credits than what was required to graduate from the honor's program (I was also vice-president of the philosophy club).