Disorderly Conduct

When I was 5, my Hebrew-school teacher told my mom that I was mentally disabled. I did indeed have difficulty following instructions, and I fidgeted during story time. There had already been a brief scandal in preschool because I interpreted "sharing is caring" as a plot to brainwash me into giving up my toys and interacting with kids I didn't like. At about the same time, I had been expelled from ballet school for leaving the line of tiny ballerinas to break into a costume closet and try on

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