In my classroom yesterday (I don’t have assigned seats)
Kid 1- who has changed their name and gender pronouns (this matters later in story. I have taught this kid for years and I struggle with learning names) sits in ASD kid’s seat.
ASD kid points out the problem. Kid 1 tries to argue that there are no assigned seats. ASD kid tries to calmly explain why it is important to him to have that seat. Kid 1 refuses to move.
I tell kid 1 that it is an actual problem for ASD kid to have to move seats. Kid 1 still doesn’t move. I tell Kid 1 to move. Kid 1 - who has derailed my class twice with actual shouting meltdowns when I accidentally referred to them by their deadname even though I apologized - ROLLS their eyes and mutters about having to accommodate ASD kid while moving.
I narrowly avoid falling into screaming fit over inconsiderate self centered behavior. Because I am an adult. Yay me. Kid1 reengages ASD kid at end of class by pulling a third kid into the situation and sharing malicious gossip. I find myself saying that we are all going down to guidance and nobody is going to talk about this further until they have a guidance counselor in the room. Because this is beyond my ability to manage social skills.
I come home and lie on the couch and cry.