what autstic urges does to one’s brains
I care about objects so much. I have a blanket named fuzzy who has been always there for me since I was born and is happy to comfort me when I’m sad, allow me to put hot food over her so my lap doesn’t burn, love when I cuddle with her and softly stroke her and love her, she is my sister, and my best friend. We have snowflake, a little pink build a bear that is older than me, and has been left behind by my cousins, stuffed in a closet for years, and has finally found her way back to me, she is very clearly old, and her fur is all scruffy, but I love her so much, she is the best little plushie ever, then we have pumpkin, an old scruffy plushie cat that I found in the thrift store abandoned and alone, but he found his way home, he lost his whiskers, and has clearly been loved, but he is perfect, and looks dapper with his golden bow I gave him, then we have my children in pokemon go, candy, who I fed and walked with for days, just so I could evolve him into wonderful slurpuff, my youngest child, who despite him being pretty and pink, turned out to be a guy (that was a surprise!) And the shiny chesnaught twins, Hazel and Chestnut, with chestnut being brave for her shy and nervous twin sister, I love them all so much.
