‘In one word, what’s it like to be married to an Aspie?’
I can’t argue with that..
Next, I ask him to describe me in as many words as he can..
OH: ‘No chance!’
OH: ‘Er, because you’ll kill me?’.
I do what I consider to be my ‘girly’ laugh (it isn’t) and tell him not to be a silly
sausage but, to be fair, he is danger of ending up under the patio depending on what he says about me..
OH’s Description of Me
Passionate, Intense, Accurate, On edge, Careful, Opinionated, Knowledgeable, Fixed, Driven, Family.
Fair dos.. nothing in this list warrants a swift whack on the back of the head with the garden spade. However, I know how psycho I can be so I thrust the paper at him again..
‘I’ll bury you under the patio IF you’re not 100% honest about my crappy bits.’
OH: ‘I’ll need a bigger piece of paper then’.
I know from his face that he isn’t being literal and that he is, in fact, taking the piss..
A few minutes later, he gives me the additional words..
OH’s Description of Me Continued..
Impatient, Relentless, Opinionated, Unmoving, Indecisiveness, Moody.
I can’t argue with any of these either, though he does say opinionated twice.
‘Oi, Div, you’ve written opinionated down twice!’
He pipes up, ‘Oh yeah, you’re repetitive as well’.
So there you have it.
Straight from the horses gob.
I will be honest here and say that, by rights, I should live ALONE somewhere remote (but with WiFi) because I’m not good at the social stuff. I also like my own space and struggle having to share it. In addition to this, I go through the entire mood spectrum in any given day. I can be happy (ish) but one word out of place will summon Grumpy, Psycho, Nutter, Stroppy, Flouncy, Cranky and Loon faster than you can sing Heigh-Ho.
OH literally doesn’t know where he is with me. I do his head in. Official. I think my indecisiveness is possibly the worst thing for him because when I am overwhelmed, I literally can’t make a decision between having coffee or tea.
‘Do you want tea or coffee?’
“STOPPPP, IT’S TOO HAAAAAARD” *has breakdown*
I’ve just been diagnosed but I’ve known I’m autistic for the last four years and OH married me with that knowledge. Despite my attempts at ‘normal’, he’s always known I’m a weird sod. YET HE DIDN’T RUN?
Being with an Aspie is hard work. My issues are severe at times and I’m a lot to handle at the best of times. I feel slightly guilty because when we met I was still very much trying to fit in (therefore not being me) but over the last five years it’s become a gradual process of being truer to myself. The menopause has played a part in that because I’m too sodding knackered to sustain that level of pretence anymore. I guess I’m lucky because I have an NT husband who admits he doesn’t understand me, yet still wants to be with me.
In the spirit of good will and all that, I’d like to pass on a few tips which may be helpful to NT partners both male and female.
Your Aspie may need a LOT of alone time. Let them bugger off to do their own thing or they’ll be, like, super cranky.
As much as their obsessions may bore the CRAP out of you, it’s a good idea to let them wax lyrical about them now and then. It’s worth it just to see their faces light up, no?
You’ll need SHIT LOADS.
Because I’m crap at verbal communication (and misunderstand things people say to me) we communicate via email when I need to get stuff off my chest. It’s a lot less stressful, believe me.
Learn about Aspergers
I cannot stress how important it is to understand your partner’s autism as best you can. Nobody is expecting you to know how they feel but it helps to understand why they do to certain things and what you can do to support them.
Tell your partner what you need from them. Don’t hint or expect them to read your mind. Write it down if you need to.
Make sure you do something for YOU. Something that takes you away from Planet Autism for a few hours every week. It’s important because living with someone who is autistic can be wonderful and exhausting in equal measure. Go whack some golf balls about or thrash something non-living. Whatever sorts your stress levels out, right?
When in doubt, ask The National Autistic Society on 0808 800 4104.
Or there is The Aspergers Syndrome Foundation
Most Aspies have sensory issues. I am over-sensitive to almost everything but especially to smells. The overwhelming stench of B.O (not mine) at school, still haunts my nostrils 3o odd years later and I REFUSE to indulge in any kind of amorous activity in the morning because I can’t stand morning breath, mine included. It’s like tonguing a haddock, no?
Slightly whiffy in NT world can be ‘OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT FARKING SMELL?! – whiffy in Asperger world. Similarly, overdoing the Paco Rabanne is a no-no. I never said this was gonna be easy, now did I?
Some Aspies can be hit and miss with personal hygiene. It can be a case of CBA or things like brushing teeth hurts due to sensitivity. Me? I can either turn myself prune by over-bathing or forget to bathe for a few days. When I eventually get a whiff of my own undercarriage, I frogmarch myself up to the bathroom and throw myself into the shower until I smell of coconuts.
It’s safe to say that life with an Aspie is never boring. Me? I think I need a NT partner to keep me from floating off into outer space. OH keeps me grounded, or as grounded as I can be. Sometimes I wonder how he copes with an Aspie wife AND son but he manages it. His escapism is to ‘bust a cap’ in some drug lords arse on his online mafia game. It keeps him sane, innit?
I educate him about what it’s like to live on Planet Loon as best I can but I know he can never really understand what it’s like to be autistic, no more than I can ever really understand what it’s like to be ‘neurotypical’.
Maybe Aspies should wear a some kind of warning system which alerts their other halves when it’s safe to approach them and when they should run for the hills?
GREEN= You may approach me.
Means: I’m in a receptive mood so fill your boots.
AMBER= Approach with caution.
Means: I’m a bit cranky and it could go either way.
RED= DO NOT SPEAK TO ME. DO NOT TOUCH ME. DO NOT LOOK AT ME. DO NOT BREATHE IN MY DIRECTION!!! I’M KILLING YOU IN MY MIND ARRRGGGHHHHH
Means: I am in full-blown psycho/meltdown mode. I may become mute or verbally vomit words that make no sense whatsoever. Go, save yourself.
Hope this helps. 🙂