Tags suck. I actually just cut off one of mine yesterday from a shirt because it was bothering me. I remember in 1st or maybe it was 3rd grade a tag was driving the **** out of me and I kept reaching behind and yanking at it. I finally asked a girl if she’d cut it off for me with a pair of safety scissors and she freaked out and said “no!” I was diagnosed when I was 15. It wasn’t put on paper until a few years ago.

I don’t think it’s that big of a deal for me but when I mentioned that I had autism to my new clinic in 2018 they freaked out and now the only people who will work with me are people who specialize in autism. I don’t really get it since my main issue is anxiety.