I'm one of the snowflakes. I am also autistic and would bet good money that there are many more undiagnosed women out there, like I was until a few years ago.
My life used to revolve around struggling to survive. I spent decades in offices and most recently hot desking offices. Things which physically disturbed me all day included people moving, eating, talking, the smells, the noise, the endless endless sensory stuff, the temperature, the clothes, the shoes, the toilets, the food, the drink, the commute, the germs, the surfaces, the small talk, and then on top of that trying to do a job. It was like being on animal on high alert for hours on end.
I spent an hour at the end of each day just lying in bed, shaking, waiting for it to stop, for all the images to stop running through my head, My weekends were spent trying to recover and feel human again. I sometimes had nice Sundays but that was it.
As soon as I could work from home, my life was magically transformed. I wasn't sick. Work suddenly didn't physically exhaust me anymore! I had evenings and weekends. I had time. I had health.
I lost weight, changed my diet, started exercising, became known at work as being really good, got promoted. I'm not the same trembly anxious wreck I was pre lockdown.
So, yes ... I am physically terrified of going back. Yes I am a snowflake. I'd love not to be though. I'd love to be one of you people who waves it all off.