As long as we’re talking about bullying, this reminds me of some of the ways the school would administer “help”. Middle school wasn’t exactly the best time for me, in school or elsewhere.

One of the district psychologists decided to give me a piece of paper and instructed me to draw a picture of my family (it’s not a very big one). So I did.

“Oh, there aren’t any women”

I wasn’t too thrilled with that response, so I replied ‘You want women? Okay… here you go’, and scribbled some long hair on one of the men.

I found out much later that the psychologist actually wrote that I had “gender issues(!!)”. Even if I did! It shouldn’t even matter.

This is the system we’re working with. It needs a lot of work.