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Wendy Klemperer

Howling Naildog

He has openly talked on Twitter about having an undiagnosed and heavily stigmatized personality disorder. Most people who have that disorder are terrified to talk about it because it gets them labelled as inherently untrustworthy, abusive, and manipulative, based not on their actions but solely on their neurotype.

So, my little sister is a huge fan of the McElroys and the Adventure Zone. So, naturally, she was really hoping to get her comic signed by them at San Diego Comic Con. But in 2018, she got appendicitis during SDCC and missed it. She was pretty upset. Then followed an entire year of her having health problem after health problem, culminating in the fact that the only open slot for surgery to finally take care of them is going to be on the first day of SDCC 2019. Basically, she had the year from hell.

The one silver lining is that it’s an outpatient surgery, so she can attend the other 3 days of the con in a wheelchair. The only things she wants to do are to attend the two McElroy panels and go to the signing to get her comic signed. These are THE ONLY THINGS.

She goes to the first panel, and it’s all good, but then she finds out that she had to go into a lottery to get the tickets for the signing, so she’s not going to be able to go. She was devasted, I mean full-on crying. It was just the straw that broke the camel’s back on the worst year of her life.

I decided fuck that, I’m going to try to make this better. So, on Sunday I ditch my panels to go to the McElroy panel with her on Sunday. It’s not all of them, just Clint and Travis. After the panel, I asked my sister to get her comics out and we can see if we can catch one of them outside. She was like no, it’s not worth it, I don’t want to have to push through the crowds, it’s ok, she’s fine.

I knew she wasn’t ok, so I said, what if I leave you against the hallway wall, and take your comic to them, so you don’t have to get pushed through the crowds. She says, ok do it.

So I sprint towards Travis McElroy, comic in hand, and as soon I get close, words are spilling out, please it’s for my sister, she just had surgery, she came all this way in a wheelchair just to see you. But honestly, I didn’t need to say anything, he was already reaching out to sign it, going oh yeah of course.

So he hands it back to me, I thank him, and think that’s the end of it, but then he goes, wait that your sister, pointing at her. I say yes, and he takes off towards her. When I catch up, he’s greeting her, telling her how good it is to meet her, and then he asks “Can I give you a hug?”

My sister’s face lights up, and she instantly says, yes. I then whipped out my phone, and asked if I could take a picture. Travis goes oh, yeah of course, and puts an arm around her shoulders, while I take it.

After that, he had to leave, and once he did, my sister started crying again, but this time happy tears, telling me that I’m the best big sister ever. It was the best moment of the entire con for me.

He actively engaged in E V E R Y single conversation he had. He plugged in. He focused. He asked deep questions. In fact, it was usually the fans who ended the conversation first, or else it was a personal friend of Travis who was kind of ushering him along.

All that night, people asked for photos. Before every single photo he asked “is it alright if I touch you?” before he’d put his arm around them, you know, just to check that people are comfortable.

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