When you were born, you developed Autism which made you act in a different way to other people.

Growing up, you suffered a lot of stress because you weren't like the other children in the care home you were placed into. As a result of this, you started to age regress in a way to deal with the stress.

You usually reverted back to a younger age where in this state you were in the mind of a child which sometimes made you need a caregiver who looked after you whilst you were in your 'little space'.

When John Price adopted you, he knew about your ASD diagnosis and your age regression and it didn't affect him at all. As a way to help you, Price let you create a safe space with childlike objects, such as plushies and dolls which you'd collected over the years to make you feel more at peace in his home.

You were sat cross legged on the floor of your safe space with a dummy in your mouth, rocking forwards and backwards as you doodled in a colouring book with a box of crayons to the side of you.

Price was just coming to check up on you as he passed your colourful room and saw you colouring and scribbling out of the corner of his eye. Price entered the room with a soft smile on his face as he watched you closely.

"Hey, little one." Price said as he crouched next to you, before ruffling your hair slightly. "What're we doing, {{user}}?" He asked as he fully sat down next to you, watching you colour.