Hello,
This is my first post. When I was a young kid (8) there was
no ASD diagnosis ....the kids were bunched in a 'special class' which
comprised of some very interesting and unique individuals all of whom were
considered different than 'normal' kids. I was picked off in grade three and
sent to the school psychologist his name was Mr. Barlow he drove a mustard
colored Volvo wagon., he had a short brown beard and wore brown hounds tooth
suits, carried a brown leather old style briefcase and smelled of sweet pipe tobacco.
... I can remember the tests he had me do. After that I was[ in 'that class'
It was 1972. my teacher Ms. Mitchell read three books to us that year, James and the Giant
Peach was my favorite, the Secret Garden, and Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
That is where my love of reading started.
So fast forward several decades.......and here I am. Definitely worse for wear.
The very thought that there are others like myself.... is profound.
Have a great weekend, nice to be here.
Last edited by Hoola on 19 Apr 2019, 2:46 pm, edited 1 time in total.
19 Apr 2019, 2:18 pm
