Category: Autism and Marriage
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I don’t need a savior, but I do require some support.
One of the greatest, most hurtful, and pervasive of all the ironies in human nature can be summed up by Gandhi: “I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” The problem with recognizing that is how frightening it makes the world become. And, in doing so,…
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Is my wife FINALLY getting it? (Am I the only autistic one?)
It’s hard to criticize my wife. I mean, she does live with me, and that should suck for anyone. But, she is gladly married to me. I sometimes think she has a blind adoration for me, and it confuses her when I am upset. She has what I call Pollyanna syndrome, not an official diagnosis…
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”At least you know at the end of each day if you’ve completed your goal!”
WARNING: If this is triggering for you, or someone that you know needs help, stop reading immediately and find appropriate resources to help. Some of these are listed at the end of my post on autism and suicide. At times, I’ve told people, “my only goal in life was to not kill myself.” That is…
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What I needed was not that complicated.
WHAT I NEEDED at my last job was not that complicated: Some person(s) to help me in certain challenging social situations Everyone else to not get in the way of the person(s) helping me, even when they didn’t understand what was going on. THAT WAS ALL! HOWEVER, The person(s) who really should have been helping…
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I should just quit talking to everyone.
I’m annoying. I know it. And, I don’t like it. Even with some medication to help me focus, I still annoy people. That might be putting it mildly. Yesterday, I was having a great day, feeling good about life, my family, my purpose. I told my autism therapist that in the morning. But, the feeling…
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I wish I knew how people really felt about me.
While I’m sure there is never an absolute way to know what another person thinks or feels about you, I wish there were a better way in general. There are some “facts” I could establish, such as what they say or do, but those can be variable based on context, frequency, and benefit to the…
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Here’s how my days often begin.
I wake up in the morning feeling good, with a lot of energy. Last night, I tried to get to bed at a better time. Every few days, I try to recalibrate my thinking if it’s off. So, I was ready to go, inspired to work on a project in my profession. And then, I…
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Here’s how my days often have ended this year.
It’s 4am. My day, in many ways, was not terrible, but I’ve been crying off and on for the past eight hours. Not a lot, but just always at the surface. If I get around to it, I’m going to transcribe a recording I made yesterday of myself talking in the car, on the way…
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Raccoons!
My younger brother’s son was diagnosed with autism around age three. After quite extensive therapy, he was mainstreamed in schools, and seems to be doing well. His autism would probably be more noticeable than mine, though I don’t know how to tell this. Several years ago, I was speaking with my brother on the phone.…
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An atypical stroll with my wife: another chance for communication malfunctions.
My wife and I started walking during the pandemic, a habit we continue. It’s a good thing, and I get frustrated when we can’t. We aim for daily, and usually do at least five days of the week. We’ve walked in the dark, in the rain, and during beautiful sunsets on perfect days. It’s a…
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