Little boxes made of ticky tacky ...

It’s fascinating how strongly our brains want to put people into categories and label them even when we know logically how crappy and unhelpful and inappropriate those labels/categories can be… I have some friends now who are disabled in ways that I don’t recognise, and the urge to ask them what their disability is called keeps popping up and surprising me. Consciously it makes no difference to me and I want it not to matter and I try *very* hard not to box people in with their labels … but there’s still that little bit of my brain that demands to know.

Odd psychological dichotomy.