Being the type of neurodivergent where you can’t always necessarily read the room but have a very strong sense whenever a person gives off weird vibes is such a Cassandra coded experience because you can literally meet a family friend at age 12 and come away with the vague impression that you don’t get them or really want to be around them but can’t articulate why and don’t see why other people like them, then a whole decade later it turns out they’re a serial cheater alcoholic and you’ve gotta either pretend to be surprised or try to explain that #Bad Vibes is literally a side effect of the Condition that made you seem awkward at lunch in middle school.













