When I refused to go to the first day of my first year of middle school grandma decided she could help. She had been a teacher’s assistant years before. But the torture group didn’t want to fix things. My grandmother was left disappointed and disgusted with my behavior.
But I was truant from school for the time it took to create a diagnose me, qualify me and set up a homeschooling program. After the period where my parents unsuccessfully tried locking me out of the house and leaving me in the backyard with bread and water I was left at grandma’s.
This was a fun time. My family knows I was grandma’s favorite at this time. Until I told cousin K what her Christmas present that I had wrapped was. Grandma was a tough old Nebraskan woman. You didn’t argue or cross her. The torture group liked her watching me.