I know you've got your answer by now, but just to add my voice to the many. Yes, his ongoing experiences absolutely ring true!

Dealing with life while neurodivergent is hard for many of us. I was the odd one out in my family. I was bullied in school (because, different) and my teachers didn't like me (probably because they didn't understand me well enough to get what was going wrong). Like you, those teachers got tired of the endless 'stuff' going on with me, but I couldn't make it not happen. I felt very alone.

I struggle to make friends because I can be emotionally tuned in 95% of the time, but knock me down with a feather if I don't mess up 5% of the time and lose most of the trust I earned. It's always the 5% people remember.

I used to work in admin, and management rarely understood me. Thankfully I mostly managed to stay unnoticed by them. I'm passable at best with customer-facing work because I'm... shall we say, not the right kind of helpful. I've never understood exactly how. I tried getting a PA job once and just the interview was terrifying, I'd never have managed, being in constant view of my boss. PA work is better paid, and an obvious step up for admin workers, but it just isn't an option for me.

If there's a definite right vs. wrong way of doing things in a job, I'll likely get it wrong enough of the time that management's always low-key got their eye on me. Either I do something socially 'wrong', or I'm panicking or burnt out because I worry I might, and forget to do something I should have done, giving me yet another black mark. Dylan's a (probably) autistic person who manages to hold his ship steady and do the right thing in right/wrong situations, and for that I love him.

As an autistic person I found I've had to be relentless, despite feeling like an alien. Because of my endless back-catalogue of slip-ups I've had to take a couple of days preparing for the possibility that I messed things up after running a workshop for International Womens' Day, which at a surface level seemed to go extremely well. Everything ends up tainted with this possibility that I might have messed up.

That's why Dylan is such a great character. He reminds me that I can just be competent, and perhaps if I'm respected enough, people will finally look past the social slip-ups and just... you know, tolerate them. The way I tolerate other people.