Traction Words for my poem Containment

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Sometimes we spend half a lifetime trying to fit into shapes that were never meant for us — smoothing edges, shrinking feelings, moulding ourselves and our children into something “acceptable.” Containment is a seven‑part reflection on big emotions, neurodiversity, generational patterns, and the quiet relief that comes when we finally stop trying to be everyone’s cup of tea. It’s about unlearning, understanding, and becoming.

1. Containment (poetry)
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2. Neurodiversity
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3. Mental Health & Emotions
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4. Parenting & Neurodiverse Parenting

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5. Self‑Acceptance & Healing
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