My YouTube surfing yielded an early 1970s Soviet digital display with 8 segments -- I figured that adding two vertical centerline segments would produce the letters of the English Alphabet without a lot of compromise -- now it's a motif for that sci-fi that I'm planning to title "Rift Jumpers"
He Could Become a Gardener
A Struggle Against Perceptions of My Autism (Quick 1- or 2-Page Version) When I was maybe 6 years old, I went to a clinic for testing (why I didn't fit the mold for a kid in 1971). The clinician there wasn't very nice or patient, and my mother said that I was "retarded" and my outlook was to become a gardener. Mom didn't accept that, though, and I went back to the clinic but with Mrs. Ferguson, who was much nicer. After a year of weekly sessions there, I was re-diagnosed as "normal" and went to Silvergate Elementary School (San Diego, CA) from 1st Grade. During 1st Grade, though, I went through being bullied, singled out by the teacher there, and was glad when Summer Vacation came around. 2nd and 3rd Grade was in a new school a few miles away in one of the richer neighborhoods, as our family "blended" with another for the next four years. Loma Portal Elementary School was a true emotional War Zone. I was referred for weekly session wi...

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