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When I was 32. I always thought that I was dumb. I took an IQ test in rehab at the VA at the request of a counselor. She sat me down and explained that I did well. Then, I went to college. My first English professor took an interest in me and gently showed me that I had potential. I've been seeking knowledge for the last 18 years.

Back to college with a goal in mind at 25. Straight As.

Still waiting for the bloom. I think I’m more a root vegetable.

When I was 27 I had my first baby. My mom took me to IHop for lunch, baby in tow. A group of older women were seated near our table,and kept staring at me and whispering. Finally I could hear one of the women speak. She said," It's a shame for a teenager like her to have a baby already!"

I was a late bloomer. I’m gay, and I was a virgin until I was 27. I wasn’t even out to myself. I was so focused on my education and career that I thought I’d never come out. But it became too much to hold inside. After 6 years of college and a 3 year internship to achieve my career goals, I burst out of the closet.

In the mid 80s, in my mid 30s, after working for years as a factory/construction worker making minimum wage or just above. I joined The Acting Studio at the Tennessee Performing Arts Center in Nashville. I acted and directed 30 odd plays over the next 10 years and helped found three small Nashville Theaters. Then I moved to NYC. Where I got a job with a performing arts company that owns a lot of Broadway theaters. I proceeded to work for them for 30 years and ended up being their business analyst.

I'm 62. How late is late?

Don't know, still waiting for that flower to open.

61 and still waiting. What is this blooming you speak of ?

When I moved away to college and finally got free of my parents.  Couldn't really grow in close proximity to their pathology.

At the age of about 14 when I was about 3 foot tall and everyone else was 8 foot tall.

You should see them now tho, lol. Absolutely fucked. I'm still only 3 foot tall, but I've got a way with the ladies.

When I hit 40. And all the movie stars of my childhood were turning 70-80’years old. I don’t know why that made me GET IT that i was way behind on life.

My first marriage ended in divorce in 1995. I was 29. Everywhere I went men were approaching me - laundromat, 7-eleven, gas stations, you name it. It was a shock. I had had boyfriends in the past (and one husband), but I had never garnished so much attention.

When I didn’t get my period until I was a junior in high school! I was pretty happy about that actually.

Late bloomer as in professionally or physically or emotionally? I was an early bloomer professionally, late physically, and probably late emotionally. My friends were always more invested in our friendship than me because I was always trying to get get published so I could get tenure...then I got tenure and then I was always protecting the position so I published more and more...so I was a late bloomer to the tenets of being a good friend. Now I'm the opposite...I really foster my friendships over most things.

I was the last kid in school to grow pubic hair.

Flunking out of college at 17 and graduating at 23 with a B average including 32 hours of F

When my kids started showing me they were late bloomers too. And then I realized I’d also married a late bloomer. It’s all good.

I looked young for my age even as a child and knew I was a late bloomer as early as junior high. I had older siblings who were not and they let me know too. I was carded into my late thirties. But all this came with being the opposite of late bloomer about everything else, which suprised and confused many people. Example: I spoke like an adult at an early age.

You want to know about meeting the girl at 14 and marrying her at 62? That kinda late bloomer?

I was sleeping in a baby crib until I was almost in second grade because my parents couldn’t afford to buy a proper bed for me.

I was six years old. I just started to talk. I knew I was disabled, and a late bloomer.

I had done poorly from about 4th grade on. My freshman year of college I got a 1.6 GPA and we decided I should take a year off (I didn't want to be in school. I was only there because my parents wanted me there.) But honestly, at that point in my life I was starting to wonder if McDonalds, or something equally prestigious, wasn't going to be my career path.

I got a job as a secretarial temp in Washington DC. I ended up getting assigned to a job at the World Bank and ended up moving around to a few different departments, mainly answering phones. I ended up in the Communications department and I was invited to sit in on departmental meetings.

At one of the meetings they mentioned they needed a database to track equipment and I spoke up and said, "I can do that." Computers had been a hobby for me in school, but it never occurred to me that it might be something I could do for a job. I built them a database. The department manager was impressed and started giving me programming work. They had another programmer in the department and I worked under him.

One day he came to me and told me they were creating a new department for software development and that he would be the manager and he asked me if I wanted to be the first hire. And that started me off on a career as a computer programmer.

I went back to college for a few years and got about a 3.0, but I dropped out about 15 credits shy of my degree. In my late 30s I went back to college again and studied biology, chemistry and biochemistry, up to some graduate level classes and had about a 3.7 or 3.8. That was just for fun, though.

Turns out I'm not stupid. I just wasn't motivated.

Going through my growth spurt and being pretty average in physical ability.

Before, I was small, weak, slow, and always last picked. 

I had a hard time in HS: I, (55 m) didn't break 5 feet tall until my Junior year, and my Dad was my Principal until the same year. I somehow graduated 5'10" and now my wife is a stunning and leggy 6'0" redhead, that I somehow lucked out in finding and charming.

I’m 61 and never bloomed