case study, "little J"

I was in middle school, the first time, "I got sent to the shrink".
A direct result of having wielded a desk over my head with,
the intention of smashing it into the skull of a fellow classmate.
I vaguely remember the reason for this act of self-defense having do with defending the honor of my mother,
after said classmate "hurled" first, a particularly inappropriate " you so...you'd fuck yo own mama" insult.

It was one of those things that the school psychologist tells you to interpret.
"what does this image mean to you"?
I say to him, "It depicts a boy stabbing a man, (possibly an authority figure) to death, with an empty chapstick tube"
Then I proceeded to gallop around his office, neighing like a horse.

Dear Madam: ..."I regret to inform you that your son is emotionally, mentally, morally and spiritually disturbed"...

Of course I never told the shrink the truth about the motivation for my actions,
lest I be diagnosed with an Oedipus complex.