About Me

I am a captive caretaker of three small terrorists and an exotic petting zoo. I try regularly to sneak college courses so one day I can leave this place.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The need to be right.

I admit it. I have an insatiable need to be right. Uggg. It's so annoying.
My son is in the process of being assessed for Aspergers. Everyone at school (the ESE teachers, the school psychologist, and the principal, the speech teacher, and the OT) tells me I am wrong and he is not an Asperger kid. I am now taking him to a specialist to be diagnosed. The new therapist, after a few sessions, tells me that it's not really necessary to have a diagnosis as it will not change anything for him educationally. He is right. But I don't care. I want to march into the school and hold a paper in my hand and say "SEE!!! I was right. He does have Aspergers, and I am a better diagnostician then all of you!!!!" I don't know why I have that need. It's annoying to my friends and family. I wish I didn't have it, it's those darn emotional receptors in my brain, they crave it, it's not my fault I am a victim of my own neurological makeup.


  1. You come by this need genetically. You actually were the one to point that out to me. At the time I didn't think I had passed it on to you, but it seems I have. It's not so bad - but every once in a while you should admit to being wrong - just to keep you balanced and help you understand how the other person feels when he or she is wrong. Of course hardest situations are with people who should know what you know or even more than you know., so-called professionals who don't want to take the time to dig deep to solve a problem. Then you probably want to say "See this how you should be doing your job." I do understand that feeling.

  2. I hate to be the one to tell you... but you are WRONG!! It's not the neurological make up at all. It's your choice. It's junk behavior. At least you to responsibility for it. Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I had to be the one! Sorry!

  3. See that it's genetic!! I knew it wasn't may fault. I come from a LONG line of right fighters!!! 6/7 females in my family are right fighters. grandma, aunts, cousin, mother. So it's either learned behavior or genetic either way the cards are stacked against me for breaking free.