All my life, others have had a problem with me being different and continually try to squash my enthusiasm - and for years I blamed myself. I’ve been called a rebel, a nut, a looney, a dreamer, a trouble maker, a hippie, a space-cadet (beside all the racist slurs that kept me firmly chained in my box). I’ve been called paranoid, crazy, staunch, harsh, unrealistic and ‘too’ sensitive. And for many years I believed them - all these people can’t be wrong, it must be me, I’m the problem!