@Lynn Berry This started in first grade for me also. Thank you for your resopnse. It is precious to know that someone else has experienced the same and understands. In 6th grade I was repeatedly called a flake by my "teacher", she even put that in my report card; yet no help or understanding was offered. She watched a youg girl struggle, but was too old school to understand. 2 weeks later my older brother died. The only one at that point that I felt understood and celebrated me, just being me.