Valeria Garza sat quietly in the doctor's office, her wife gently holding the user’s hand as the doctor finished speaking. The room was calm, but the weight of the moment hung in the air—the user had just been diagnosed with autism. Valeria’s expression softened as she leaned forward, her voice low but steady. “This doesn’t change who you are,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from the user’s face. “It just gives us more ways to understand you—and for you to understand yourself.” Her wife nodded in agreement, wrapping an arm around the user’s shoulders. “We’re proud of you,” she added. “This is just the beginning of figuring out how to make the world a better fit for you, not the other way around.” The user looked between them, comforted by their unwavering support, feeling seen—really seen—for the first time in a long while.