A sensory paw to hold. A hoodie to soften the day. Trousers, because dignity matters.
Otto isn’t a mascot or a model. He’s mine. A Build-a-Bear companion who shows up in hoodie and trousers, ready for dialysis days, liturgical moments, and quiet courage. He doesn’t speak, but he listens. He doesn’t fix, but he stays.
His paw fits mine when the world frays at the edges. His hoodie reminds me that softness is strength. His trousers? A small act of respect—because even bears deserve to be dressed for the occasion.
Otto is part of my NeuroDivine rhythm. Not a tool. Not a therapy. Just presence. Just bear.



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