In elementary school I noticed more things going wrong, like the fact that my
friendships did not last as long as everyone else’s or that at recess I would often go to the library and
read or play in my imagination instead of talking to other people. In fifth grade, I got into a lot of trouble because I wasn’t sure if people were playing or not when they insulted me or because I would say
the wrong thing. That summer, I got into a big fight with my cousins and after that my mom decided to
take me in for treatment. I remember my parents saying “what should we do with you.” I suggested taking me to a shrink. I thought I was kidding. My parents took me seriously.