I am utterly relieved upon learning that there is a reason I can’t touch paper or cotton. There’s a reason I lose my shit when more than one person is talking. There’s a reason why I can’t understand what people are saying until moments after they’ve said it and I’ve contemplated the meaning of every single word. There’s a reason why I know what I want to say, that I need to say it, but I just can’t. I thought I was just a waste of breath. My neurodivergent diagnosis didn’t change me, it helped me be me without feeling guilty for it.