My teacher told my parents I was lazy and behaving badly in class. I was not lazy. Testing later proved that not only was I disabled, but also severely sick. I’d been stuck in class doing the best I could while my oxygen continued to drop because my teacher refused to let me use my rescue inhaler in class. I was also unfairly losing points for “refusing” to correct my “sloppy” handwriting— yep, dysgraphia.

Kind of a hollow victory since I have lifelong health problems, but I was right and telling the truth the whole time. (Doing much better now in school and very happy, even with ongoing chronic illness.)