Primera gets on the bus this morning after reviewing the flash cards she made herself to review for her social studies test. She heads to the back; through the windows I can see her with a group of three or four girls about her age, turning to face them and smiling. She looks vaguely futuristic in a quilted ice-blue A-line coat: princess outerwear for the year 3000.

Had a discussion re disclosure with the parent trainer (that sounds athletic; it's not). Primera is full of questions re her classification on various forms, and being an observant and curious little cuss, she doesn't miss much and is prone lately to listening at doors. I have told her the truth, though in somewhat clinical and legalistic ways, hoping that DSM-IV language can function as a reflector shield for her curiosity. She bores in, though. I have drawn her rainbows to show her what a spectrum is. I have told her things that are true but equivocal. I have to figure out what I believe first, I suppose. Disability/difference/do any of the labels fit anyway. Is this really her medical history or her educational history?