I am sick of not standing up for myself. I have masked my emotions all of my life because I just don't understand them. I was sad about losing friends at first, but honestly at this point don't really care.

The more I think about it, it's so insane coming from someone who preaches the need to understanding neurodivergent people. I have probably been pretty autistic most of my life I just chalked it up to bad anxiety, but all the puzzle pieces are fitting. I'm trying so hard to understand myself too.

It’s crazy to think that I’m the only home Zippy’s ever really had and he’s already become such a sweetheart in such a quick time. Their love is indescribably amazing.