Every year the churches in our area put on a week of free children’s activities as a way of serving the community. It is a huge undertaking and takes bucket loads of volunteers and donations and planning. Last year I was heavily pregnant, so I posted Alexa into the toddler tent and sat on my bum in the cafe eating cake. This year I have signed up to help. The sign up sheet asked me if I had been on treatment for depression lately. I really didn’t like being asked that. I rather defensively scrawled in the margin, “Yes- and it is VERY effective.” I didn’t like it because I felt like they were asking it to see if I am a competent and reliable human being and I felt judged. Maybe that is the residue of my own stigma. But really- did they need to know that?