People underestimate me because they don’t know how to read complexity. They look for one role, one label, one “type.” I’m not that simple. I’ve been told I “don’t work well with others” by people who couldn’t see that I was managing the emotional temperature of a whole room. I’ve been called “arrogant” because I was dumbing something down to make it teachable. I’ve been accused of lacking compassion by people who only recognize caretaking when it looks like self-sacrifice. They see the blunt delivery and miss the devotion underneath — the way I analyze, plan, and protect before I speak. Compassion doesn’t always sound like softness. Sometimes it sounds like structure. People who know my trauma story assume I’m fragile. People who know my tech work forget I’m a trained cook, a domestic strategist, a wife who can run a kitchen like a lab. People who see my spiritual writing forget I have a cognitive-science background and can track a conversation down to its meta-logic. They know about my voice, not my violin. They know I build websites, not that I can hold a household together with the same discipline I use for code. I spent years staying quiet about my relationships, my experience, my emotional intelligence — because I kept my public voice professional, technical, safe. So people assumed inexperience where there was privacy. They mistook silence for lack. ADHD adds another twist. When I hyperfocus, I move too fast for most people to keep up, and they call it impulsive. When I slow down to translate, they call it condescending. The truth is, I live at a pace most can’t see — a brain that runs parallel processes for empathy, language, and logistics. When I step into counselor mode or community-mami mode, I become the one who reads dynamics like code. I measure energy, intention, and consequence. That’s not treating people as “assets and liabilities” — that’s caring enough to manage outcomes. But people used to the “ditsy blonde” persona — the one they encouraged because it was easier to handle — feel exposed when they meet the strategist. So here’s the truth: I am not cold. I am not arrogant. I am not unfeeling. I am an adaptive system in human form — fluent in empathy, logic, language, and survival. If you underestimate me, it’s because you’re still looking for a single version. There isn’t one. #ADHDAwareness #Accessibility #Neurodiversity #BlindCreators #CognitiveScience #Empathy #madamgreen #RosieWrites