This is the story of a little boy named Dibs. He would not talk. He would not play. Judged mentally defective, he was oblivious both to other children and to his teacher; in reality he was a brilliant, lonely child trapped in a prison of fear and rage, a prison from which only he could release himself. And, through psychotherapy and love, he did. December Monday 20 Dibs is the only real person I ever met in the classroom who could teach me what it means to be a complete person.