I was challenged to write a piece about a word that I would erase. I chose the word “label” and here’s why: Signs. There were always signs.
I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t acknowledge them. I didn’t want to admit that something was different. I justified. I enabled.
I made excuses. I was scared. Not of autism. Looking back, I didn’t even know enough about autism to be scared of it. The label was what I feared the most.Read more on themighty.com