Ann Marie Narreau,
I applaud your courage in telling your story. I was also mistreated there ( I went from 1977-80). The homeroom teachers there were either dim-witted old-timers who didn't know about our true conditions, or abusive tyrants (with a my-way-or-the-highway mentality) who didn't CARE about our true conditions. They were in the wrong, not us (you cannot learn how to be a responsible adult when you're locked away in an isolated room, like I was most of the time). I also have anger from the way they treated us like garbage. I've lashed out on jobs (more frequently than I'd like to admit). That's why I'm unemployed today. I hate society! They expect you to tow their adult line after they couldn't be bothered with you as a kid.
But I WILL own up to one bad mistake that I'm truly sorry for. I apologize to you and the other gaebler girls if some of my bad jokes upset you. If I had only known what kind of hell the gaebler girls REALLY went through, I would not crack my bad sex jokes there. Let's just put it that way.

I went to Gaebler as a day student 1977-80. I was scorned and unfairly judged by bigoted people there because of something that I had no way of knowing about. When you don't know what Asperger's Syndrome is, and therefore have no way of knowing that you have it yourself (Hell, back in those days we hardly even knew much about autism in general), it renders you unable to learn what you're doing wrong (or it takes you longer to learn than others, by which point you've already alienated everyone around you). Even worse (and this part is REALLY the pits!), you can't even explain why (not that anybody would actually listen, in the first place). The crooked teachers and counselors there were a royal suckpill; they would've made Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin proud! However (except for the jerks who falsely accused me of doing bad stuff that I did not do) my sincerest apologies to my fellow Gaebler classmates that I accidentally ticked off (we might have gotten along better had we not been trapped in the prisons of our ignorance and personal torments).