Today I discovered that the disconnect I experienced with M not only has a name but that the name is Cassandra Syndrome. Ironic to me as one of the first comments I got on my post (the poem on the autism group) said “…textbook Cassandra scenario, sorry brother…”

Like, it was great finding out that others had been through this and that I wasn’t alone. I had no idea that it was *so* common that there’s name for it. Why I didn’t connect the dots is beyond me. I could say that I’ve been dealing with a lot but that doesn’t cut it in my book.

Part of me wonder’s if M would have taken a second to realize that she’d created this whole situation by being dismissive of my concerns when I tried to tell her about my autism and how my brain is different.

I tried to let her know and she just blew me off and then got pissed when I didn’t behave in the way that I told her I’m incapable of behaving. She judged me by a standard that I can’t possibly live up to. She jumped to conclusions about my conduct because she filled in the blanks with her assumptions instead of believing me when I told her that my brain is different and I need some patience and understanding.