I don't know why my mom bought me a diary, but it's been the best gift I've ever gotten. She's not happy about it though.

I’m autistic, so it’s really hard for me to communicate with people. It’s not that I can’t talk. It’s just that I get really scared and anxious. I only talk to family and usually not for days. They’ve taken me to therapists, but none of them know what to do. They usually just say that I need to socialize more. But I don’t want to socialize. Talking is getting too hard for me. It’s easier to just write. My mom knows this, so she bought me a diary for my birthday. It’s hands down the best gift I’ve ever gotten. She’s not too happy about it though. <br><br><br><br>She started writing back in the diary. The first note was: Dear Diary, I don’t like being alone. I’m only doing this because it will help me communicate with people. I want to talk to my friends. I wish I had friends. <br><br><br><br>Over the next few days, I got multiple notes. They made me feel a little better about my condition, but I still wish I could talk. Then, one of the notes in the diary sounded different.<br><br>Dear Diary,<br><br>I’ve always wanted a daughter. I didn’t want a stupid autistic girl. You make me sad. I want a normal daughter so badly. Your dad and I talked about aborting you. I’m so glad we didn’t. You’re perfect for me. I love our talks. It’s so nice having you. I’ve never been so happy in my life. I couldn’t ask for anything more than you. Especially your diary. It’s full of so many secrets. And I love secrets.