From Chapter 6
Had any of the administrators actually believed my flippant comment pointed to my suicide, they might have asked me. Ordering me to see a psychologist was not for my wellbeing. It was one more effort to collect information they could use against me.
My being suicidal was reported to the psychologist as were my other deficits and deficiencies. I was nervous. I had already made a solid case for my teaching capabilities and my relationship with colleagues. Statistics bore me out. I knew I wasn’t suicidal, but I had never before been put to the test of sanity. Before I went to the first talk session, a friend commented that she doubted I would be able to pass the tests. Every Calvin student who is ordered to go for testing, she said, ends up at minimum having to go to group therapy. I was doomed.