Hear hear! And I do often think that, as a society in general, the more granular we’re encouraged to get with our diagnoses and identities, the greater our expectation that others should be able to understand us perfectly, intuit our needs, and offer perfectly tailored adaptations and accommodation.
And that is just not possible, in the crowded and overwhelming world we live in. The underfunded and bureaucratic systems that serve us are scrambling to keep up with our expanding self-awareness.
The nervous-system-friendly environment you describe is basically how I grew up, in a rural university town outside the UK, in the halcyon days before the internet.
I went to a state school where there was no uniform, no rigid national curriculum, no pressure about exam results. We had a guidance counsellor who said ‘the best part of my job is hanging out with the Different kids’ - like we were Ally Sheedy and Judd Nelson in the Breakfast Club, rather than personified checklists of needs and sensitivities. We were just Different, in all our different ways, and he was there to help each of us work out ways to navigate the hellscape of adolescence as comfortably as possible.
Our high school also had a free crèche so that teenage mums could finish school. The system was set up to support kids to have as many options as possible, whatever their circumstances. And graduates did really well, by all the standard metrics.
There was no school ‘refusal’ that I was aware of. Not because people were made of sterner stuff back then, but because the system was flexible and properly resourced, and the teachers weren’t burnt the fuck out. Plus, of course, there was no such thing as social media, and there were half as many people in the world as there are now. Take me back!! ðŸ˜