NO! 

I like to say I came out of my mother’s womb saying “NO.” Maybe I am being a little too dramatic so I am going to say… My first word was “NO” and my first statement was “No, don’t touch me.”

I was not like most toddlers; I didn’t enjoy being held by many people. Because of that many people thought something was “wrong” with me or I was odd. As I grew up, I continued to use the word “no” and it was frowned upon by others. Instead of being odd I was now “mean and hateful.” Which was the opposite of who I was; I just knew what I did and did not want to do. I felt excluded because I did “fit in.” So, I changed to accommodate others. I wanted to be accepted.

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