Stop. Touching. Me.
When your skin is crawling and your body is screaming to have some independence and agency again.
TOUCHED.
OUT.
What exactly are you allowed to say as a mother if you're feeling overwhelmed, over-touched, totally without a moment to yourself, totally at the whim and beck and call of all other people, and completely inundated with demands?
"This is hard," you might begin to say, trying to explain just how many times your body is touched, prodded, poke…
