I had a few therapy sessions back when I was in sixth grade. I think those were mandated just because on a day I really got upset and the principal's secretary told me I should be suspended just because I chased a kid after he poked me in the eye with a yardstick, I said something like "I feel like jumping out the window" and she of course took that seriously...
Had like three sessions with a counselor, she asked how things were going, told her all the great things that were going on, and poof, they didn't continue. I still feel like middle school years were the worst years, though.






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