Ofc, we’re not diagnosed with anything properly and not prescribed anything as it’s not a danger or huge annoyance, just part of life for us.

Ps. We have one who names themselves Sipps and he always comes by when we’re feeling bad about something and helps by giving us advice. He’s always sipping on coffee sitting on tables or counters (anything but a chair, what a fucking queer) and always called us Wolves even before we recognized we had plurality. We wonder what we look like to him.