I feel ya sister. My husband is sweet and supportive, he holds me when I cry and gives me all the space I need. But I have to ask for him to arrange thoughtful surprises... and then it’s not really a surprise is it? My parents sent me a lovely treat basket when going through stims, but I mean, they’re my parents. I don’t have a lot of friends to start with, and hardly any of them know what we’re going through. It’s a sad and lonely road we walk.