ἀγάπη;

victor and jade are a supremely fun example of a pair of autistic people with deeply incompatible personalities.

I’ve been reading through the notes and I just have to say that I absolutely promise, promise, promise you that nobody in the dental surgery is there to judge you, and we’re certainly not mad at you. Cavities happen. Even to dentists. You think your dentist has a mouth full of virgin teeth? Unlikely! They’ve all visited eachother’s surgeries to get a quickie filling (ooh, saucy) between patients. They understand that life can get in the way of oral hygiene sometimes. They understand that life’s too short not to eat chocolate. They understand that you’ve got to live. I swear to you that everyone in that room is just there to help you. Please, please, please don’t stop going to the dentist because you’re worried they’ll be mad at you. It’s really not the case. They understand. It’s fine. It’s really, really fine. Please go to the dentist. I promise you it’s ok.

You would not believe how comforting this is.

My dentist and hygienist always reassure me that my soft teeth are not my fault, that sometimes genetics happen anyway. They didn’t judge me when we met, and I needed 14 teeth worked on. It’s truly okay.

I don't think I have any more "it is what it is" left.