Off My Chest
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1. The "good" part of our community means we are pro-empathy and anti-harassment. However, we don't intend to make this a "safe space" where everyone has to be a saint. Sh*t happens, and life is messy. That's why we get things off our chests.
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All of this has happened because I was diagnosed with a "learning disability", or "classified" and stuck in a corner. I'm sure if it were to happen today, I would be diagnosed with whatever the child study team member's favor diagnose is. The reality is that I was just shy, but they took being a late speaker as have mental issues. Christ, if I was born to an earlier generation, I probably would have gotten an ice pick to the eye. Did you know they were doing electro shock into the 90's? Shit scared me senseless growing up. Say something just a little off, and they will fuck you up for life.
No, but I did have many negative encounters with diagnoses happy guidance department. One of the instances that's burned into my memory was requesting a more difficult class the first week into the new year. I was told to consider it for a week and come back. When I came back the next week, I was told the window for adjusting classes had passed.