School Records

Posted on May 19, 2004 in Reflections

As part of my quest to understand myself, I took to thinking about whether or not I had Asperger’s Syndrome. When I read accounts by sufferers, I saw myself.

For the last few days, I considered going up to San Bernardino and reading my school records. Here, I thought I might find answers, get insights into why I suffered so mightily.

Today Lance disabused me of the idea. I already know that these teachers who made problems for me were jerks. Undoubtably I would find information that they inserted in their reports calculated to wound my reputation as a person. Why read what they wrote about me? Why allow them to hurt me from beyond the school, from beyond the grave in some cases?

That book is closed and I shall not open it.