Interesting. I am a “creative” type who has learned conformity to a degree. My first grade teacher wanted a diagnosis and started a campaign to have me sent to a psychoanalyst. Luckily, I had to been seen by my doctor first, who made me admit I just had this teacher’s number and had no respect for her. Her smile was insincere. She baby-talked to kids in that Romper Room voice. Oy vey. It still makes me “crazy.” That horrible file followed me through primary school till my sixth grade teacher called a meeting with me and my parents to explain it and add an amendment that creative people can be challenging, but that does not make them mentally ill.