Ghostface, Meg, Vee, and Michael would never talk over me. They would make sure I got a chance to speak, even if we are in big groups with strangers or friends-of-friends. They wouldn't let people pile on with the "friendly" insults. They would make sure I felt loved and valued. They wouldn't let people dig at my insecurities and laugh it off. They would listen to me. They would tell the other people off and pay attention to how I was feeling. They would be there for me when I felt sad and yucky inside.















