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…