Mum knows enough to be an advocate for me at school ((which is usually the only place I need help, really.)) Dah knows somewhat about it, but often thinks I'm using it as an excuse. ((Which drives me up the wall a mite, just because I don't have as bad of symptoms as some people I know, and can most of the time pass off as fairly normal, doesn't mean I don't have it, whereas my social skills are well-enough to get me by, I constantly obsess over my interests and go mad if I go too long without either thinking about them, or seeing pictures and whatnot.))
Pretty much... I'd say it's better thsn both claiming it's not even real, I'm just glad I have Mother who understands, and just avoid the issue with Dah. Who, even though he has never said it outright, I tend to have the feeling he thinks it can be treated, cured, and whatnot....
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Who's tripping down the streets of the city?
Smiling at everybody she sees?
Who's reaching out to capture a moment?
Everyone knows it's Windy!"