What I really think … learning support

I have to go to the resource teacher at school. Do you know what it is? It's a total destruction of any creed from the street, that's what it is. I am in 5th clbad, but the way she treats me makes me think that I was first clbad. This is my first year of going to it. I hate that. It's as if only stupid kids had to go see her. That's obviously what she thinks of me and what my parents also think. As I am a dope or a crazy person or I am disabled or something. My mother always thought that there was something wrong with me.

For years, she has been taking me here and there for tests and to meet doctors and psychologists. There is not one you would like. The last guy with whom she brought me only spent 20 minutes with us. I did not like it at all, so I decided not to answer any of his questions. I kept giving him the bad eye too, even though I mostly saved that look for my mother. I could not believe she was doing this to me again. She just tells them the same things. It's embarrbading.

"Oh, he is so hairy.Whatever I tell him, he would do the opposite.He can be as cheeky, it's like he did not care about someone's feelings." Everything is a fight with him.I have to give up trying to get him to do his homework, it's such a battle.I am exhausted with him.â € It's the speech. That's what they hear. I have stopped trying to explain. They do not listen anyway. Not for me. They nod their heads and look at me as if to say, "How can you be so mean to this lovely woman?" That's what he did too. I saw the look. I knew it would not go well. But I did not think it would work so badly.

I saw the letter that he wrote afterwards. It was less than a page. He says that I have ODD, ADHD and "strong indications of TSA" and he recommended me to have resources taught at the school. I had to look at things. It turns out that I am supposed to have a challenging opponent disorder, a attention deficit disorder and a spectrum disorder of autism. I do not know what one of them means, other than that, apparently, I am a monster. How could he tell all this about me in just 20 minutes and I did not even talk to him? How is it possible?

Note that my mother is such a spectacle to tell everyone that I am a monster, I guess I should not be surprised. I hate her. Anyway, she never listens to my side of the story, so I stopped telling her. Then she proposes all these rules and punishments and I just think that f ** k that. I am not a stupid kid. She can not just control me. Over the years, I tried to show her that she was not my boss, but she ended up crying and, sooner or later, I'm brought to the next monster show and presented as a play No 1.

My teacher is the only one who seems to understand me. He is really healthy. I'm not brazen with him. He always says what he means and means what he says if it makes sense. I know where I am with him. It's not like Mam saying one thing so does something different. She is devious. I do not trust him.

I just want my teacher to do something about this resource. I just do not want to go. She wrecks my head. I really think she thinks I'm stupid. The other guys are making fun of me. I know what they are. It's embarrbading to leave the clbad. I do not need her and I do not want her.

As imagined by David Coleman

Health and life