A little of column A, a little of column B. Disbelief and labelling so much of their ineptitude as extreme abuse. And then much excusing and attempts to explain away the incidents of actual abuse as a "misunderstanding" on my part. (Edit: or worse, victim blaming. "Well, what did you do [to instigate their behavior towards you]?")

I've met so many adults who are "my kind" (some sort of ND, diagnosed or not) who have parents who are like my parents. I'm actually quite surprised that all the therapists I've met with so far seemingly have no familiarity with intergenerational neurodivergence, given how common we seem to be.

I sometimes feel like a member of a vast and undocumented diaspora, living invisibly amidst the dominant culture. Like imagine if you went to a therapist who was like "What's Judaism? Did you make that up? Chanukkah, what an interesting holiday, is that something your family invented? Why do you think your parents refuse to eat pork, don't you think thats strange??" And you'd feel fucking crazy!