I learn so much from these threads. That might be why i don't read them every day... I need to take breaks to integrate things.
Most people would probably say I mask my autistic traits very well. In fact, some have argued that they don't exist.... but not those people who have lived with me.
Look, if you present a point of view, I consider that an open door to expressing my own view. Not maliciously. Not because I think that I, and only I, have all the answers. But because thoughts are always stewing in my head and if you open the door to discourse on something I've thought about, I'm going to talk about it. Not only that, if I've given any thought at all to the topic and if it, heaven forbid, deals with one of my personal VALUES, I'm going to speak my truth clearly.
At this point I'm usually accused of thinking I'm always right.
At this point my daughter or my ex would roll their eyes and start speaking defensively. (Which makes me nuts, I never quite know when they're going to bring all that negative emotion into the mix and I don't always remain calm in the face of that.)
What started as something that, to me, was no more emotionally-charged than a statement like "cookies are sweet," can end in tears and someone melting down.
I hate this whole thing. It's that one cowpie on the road that I step in, again and again, despite decades of navel-gazing.
For the record, when I make those definitive statements I never do so with malice, an intent to control, a need to be right, OR a lack of disrespect.
Cookies are sweet, in my experience. By saying so I don't rule out the possibility of the existence of bitter cookies....
I missed your message because I haven't been on here in a while, but I felt compelled to respond because your response was full of good insights. I'm glad you find the threads enlightening because sometimes I feel like my posts are going to be perceived as a super annoying NT bellyaching about things. I find them enlightening too and really appreciate the perspective they give me.
You pretty much summed up what happens to me and my bf on a regular, but with a lessening frequency. It was this that I could really relate: I hate this whole thing. It's that one cowpie on the road that I step in, again and again, despite decades of navel-gazing.
It's like I think I've finally mastered the way to communicate effectively with my AS boyfriend just to look down and realize I've stepped into another cowpie (or should I say we've stepped into it together).
It's extremely unnerving and frustrating in the moment, but I am always able to get back to a place of composure, look back on what happened, dissect it, and move forward, hoping I've learned; yet, then it happens again!