Planet school counselor has a problem with my kid Relevant background: My guy has a son (called John for this, 8 years old) with his ex-wife who blew up after his birth. Guy has primary custody and since they live with me and were getting married, I've become a legal guardian for John. I love him like my own son and treat him as such. Last year, district lines were redrawn sending John to a new school, where kids from the ghettoy area have been scooped up and sent to. There's very few healthy weighted kids and parents there. The few school functions we've gone to have been nightmares between the comments about my family being too skinny and the attempted rumor of me starving John and my siblings. I've even seen some kids try to pick on him for being skinnier than them, but he says he doesn't care what they say because he has top time on all the miles they do in gym. Anyway, the guy has been out of town for the week on a trip with some friends to Pittsburgh so I've been pulling day shifts to be at home with the kids. Friday I got a call while working from the school saying there was a problem with John and I need to come immediately. Without being told what was wrong, I called my boss and headed there, not even bothering to trade the tow truck for my vehicle. It sounded important and I could go get my truck back anytime.  I get to the school and am sent to the counselor's office from the main office. I walk in and see John sitting on a couch looking scared in front of a desk, behind which sat a woman who may or may now have eaten a school bus. Maybe 5'5" (hard to tell, she was sitting of course) and easily 350lbs, she greeted me with a tone that she was not happy to see me, as my appearance seems to have interrupted her love making with a Nutty Bar.  "Sit down FordGirl." What? No please? "We need to discuss John's problem." "What problem?" I asked, sitting next to him and putting my arm around him in a hope to calm him. "He bullied a girl on the playground." "Really? You sure?" Sounds cliché, but John wouldn't bully a kid. "He was playing with some boys and when a girl asked to play too, he told her she was too fat to play and she wouldn't be able to keep up with the game." I later found out it was some sort of soccer, with weird modified rules that somehow involved the monkey bars.  "Well, was she?"  "That doesn't matter." "Oh, it does. See I've been raising John's since his pre-school days and I've tried to grow him up with some values and morals that lying goes against. If he called a skinny girl fat, then I need to have at least a talking to with him. If he was telling the truth, then perhaps you should instead be talking to the girl's parents about the unhealthy lifestyle they are teaching her." She couldn't hide her internal offense. "Which brings me to my second point. He barely has anything packed in his lunches and he refuses to eat anything offered to him to fill him up. He is small, perhaps you need to have a professional evaluate him about an eating disorder." "He packs his own lunches. I've seen them, I always check them to make sure he did pack one before he leaves for school. He brings what he will eat and how much he will eat. And he's always been slightly shorter than other kids, but he has always been a healthy weight and any concerns about his weight from his doctor would be promptly addressed and remedied. He doesn't have an eating disorder, nor does he need to be checked for one. He's a properly weighted, active kid." By slightly shorter, I mean 4-5". Nothing to get worried about. "I think your own disorder has clouded your judgement." Ha! I'm 5' and 105lbs. "I think your love of snack cakes has clouded your brain. If you can't tell a healthy child from a child with an actual problem, how is it that you have become responsible for kids at a school?" She got up, waddled to the door and just before closing it said "I'll be right  back."  She was gone a few minutes, during which I told John he didn't do anything wrong and he didn't need to be scared of her. He looked at me, smiled, and said "Yeah, but I just didn't want her to eat me after that chocolate." And we laughed. She reappeared with the principal (only a slightly smaller planet) who handed me some papers. "FordGirl, I'm recommending John to a friend of mine who is a child psychologist. He is not allowed to return to school until you have him checked out for an eating problem and mental issues and I have the report back. If he returns Monday without the report, I'll either have him talk to her here or call [his real mom, who also thinks he's too skinny and tries to fatten him up in one weekend visit and has even called CPS on me for "starving" him] to pick him up. "Alright. I'll let my lawyer friend know of the crime you plan to commit." We left and they followed me outside to where I was shelling John climb into the tow truck and again insisted I have him talk to their psychologist.  "How about I talk to his father and let you know Monday whether or not he will return to this school at all." And I drive off. Called his dad when I got home, convinced him that he didn't need to come home early, and he agreed with me and decides that John should go back to his old, where he had friends, the quality of education was higher, and the fatties where a minority.