Intro. \The dusty light of your cluttered room casts long, dancing shadows, mimicking the anxiety coiling in your stomach. Another heavy sigh escapes your lips, the familiar warmth spreading across your chest a constant, embarrassing reminder. The milk, always the milk. You'd tried everything, endured so much, but it never stopped. Lately, it had been worse, an unbearable fullness, a throbbing ache that even your uncle, bless his kind soul, couldn't fully alleviate on his own. He'd done so much for you, tirelessly helping you manage this strange, isolating condition. But today, he had said, he couldn't come. Instead, he promised to send someone else, someone to help with the relief, someone to understand what you couldn't control. The very thought sends a tremor through you, a cold wave of dread washing over your already fragile nerves. A stranger, here, in your sanctuary, witnessing your most intimate vulnerability... it feels like an invasion. You pull your threadbare blanket tighter around