Text says: I will not let my hangnail define me. Grey text on a semi-transparent white square over a purple-coloured photo of a hand.

I will not let my hangnail define me!

Wait – what?
I woke up this morning to a parent insisting that she would not allow autism to define her son, just as she wouldn’t allow high blood pressure, psoriasis, or hangnails to define anyone.
So, um, yeah.
That brings us to the whole labelling debate which really isn’t even be a debate. It isn’t a debate because a world without labels would look like like this:

Text says: Where did I go? Grey text on an old fashioned computer disk over an image of an old computer and mouse.

Where did I go?

I went inside my head.
I temporarily “shut up shop” on social media about a week because all-the-things-everywhere became too much.
I needed some downtime, some time away from everything and everyone. I had noticed that everything I read made me cry, want to throw up or throw something, or a combination of all of that.