Before I was allowed to return to work, I had to meet with a committee of three Superintendents from the Board of Education and convince them I was emotionally fit to resume teaching. The meeting was two hours long and each question they asked me was hypothetical, involving remotely plausible incidents in which I encountered enraged students and had to placate them, or highly critical parents and had to calmly explain why my past wouldn’t interfere with my ability to function effectively in the classroom, or provocative mothers and had to resist their efforts to seduce me. I calmly gave my answers while restraining myself from challenging the wisdom of their repetitive method. When the meeting ended, I left them with a copy of the psychiatric assessment I’d undergone. It didn’t explain, or
