Taa for the virtual hug!Well why don't you? Can't even tell how many times I have been told to slow down.
That's so not ok in a relationship. Besides, you had it already when you got together. It's like choosing a tall partner and then complaining how unpractical the height difference is!
Differences in how much you want to see each other are so frustrating. Offering a virtual hug
I actually did a lot better with him last night than I usually do. I might finally be 'getting my ear in' when it comes to the peculiarities of his speech pattern.
Discovering I am probably ASD did not occur until quite recently. Before she had just assumed I was a bit eccentric and done her best to ignore it. I mask fairly well, until the stress/distress level gets too much and then the results are unpredictable. It usually involves me leaving, or at least finding somewhere where I can be quiet until I recover myself a little. I had a minor meltdown the other Sunday when BAF did not appear as expected. Took me a while to recover, and I am still a bit wobbly.
I suspect this is just one of those periods of separation that will resolve itself when whatever else is going on in her life moves into its next cycle. Of course, I may be in a situation where the relationship has run its course, but I do not think so.
I know I do deal with two different sets of emotions when dealing with BAF. The first set is the fact that I think she is clever, humane, talented, and in her skinny, geeky, girly, bespectacled way very pretty. She also has the potential to be a wonderful, if off-beat, mother (she wants kids.) Temperamentally we suit each other. Not only do we have "mild" ASD in common, but our personalities 'gel.'
On the other hand, I do think I dump a lot of frustrations I have with an ailing and not particularly understanding wife into the need to see and talk to BAF. The wife sees the relationship with BAF in totally normie terms - middle aged man wanting to get into younger woman's knickers - though I have explained that the mainspring of the relationship on my side is being with someone I do not have to mask around. She usually labels that 'weird' or 'sick' depending on her pain/frustration/anger level.
Were it not for the age difference, and the fact I am already married, I could clearly envision getting together with BAF, but it would not be a fling, it would be marriage, children, the whole nine-yards, and yes, we would be the crazy homeschoolers the Fascists next door were always calling CPS about. One indicator that BAF does something special to me is that I can regard the prospect of kids with enthusiasm. Until I met her I was happily childless.
Sorry that is quite a dump.
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