oh, this is so infuriating.
I knoew htere was something not typical about dd1 from around 15 months (well, probably earlier, actually, but definitely form then)
I can recall 2 people who actually listened to what I had to say, rather than placating me, and, as oyu say, telling me anecdotes to shut me up and ease their discomfort.
I didn't need reassuring.
It made me feel as htough I was mad, tbh. that I was the onyl one who could see anythig wrong. that there must be something wrong with me, because I couldn't just appreciate the lovely, charming little girl I had - i had to keep digging and pushing and finding something "wrong"
I went through 3 different health visitors beofre I found one who woudl listen. she had to stop me half way through my (by then) rant, listing all the things I thought were not right. she stopped me because she listened, heard what I was saying and was happy to get the ball rolling form that.
and the only other person who listened was the coordinator of a toddler group. a lovely elderly lady, who I thought would be the pits, tbh. so I took the time the first week to talk to her, and explain that dd1 (pre-dx) was different. and not doing so well. and wouldn't understand.
and she smiled, and said "well, we're not all the same, are we? we'll all just have to learn about each other"
but otherwise? just empty words. lots of "she'll be ok", "bet she's a late bloomer", "look, she's clever really, she told me the name of X - you'll see, she'll sit the grammar school test when the time comes" (wtf? she was 2! and severely autistic
)
it made my life very lonely, because it made it seem as thugh no one cared. they didn't want ot listen, they just wanted ot get on with their cosy little lives.