Knobgoblin
Active Member
I'm a vet with autism. That being said, there's going to be a communication problem here. I'm smart and really high functioning but it does effect my social life and relationships and more importantly, how I communicate. I've never been the feels type, never will be, but I do have them. I don't view my world through that lens. I have a head injury and with that a bad memory for events, but I'm working on that. I have strong trust issues but I give people the benefit of the doubt. I'm big and scary, but I try to be gentle with people. I know that I am ignorant of the great sums of what any given person will ever know and use that as a stepping stone to learn more. I prefer a constructive attitude to life and detest obstructionism. I'm a problem solver, I also live in a mechanistic world.
Okay, that's me. Gross, I know.
My situation. I'm married with children, eighteen years worth of it. I have four children, two of which have autism on the lower functioning side of the scale. I'm monogamous and so is my wife. Before my marriage, I used to be polygamorous, which my wife holds against me from time to time. Jealousy and insecurity are her modes of operation. My accommodating her baggage has cost me almost all outside contact. I have no friends, I only go where I absolutely need to go. It was an easy slide down hill for me, I'm approaching the Asocial side of things naturally though I used to be fairly popular. People like me, they think I'm interesting. With that said, non-transparent contact is verboten. Everything I do has to be in the open. I'm posting this in secret, by the by.
Any female is a threat to her. Men too. I was in the Marines. You know, a largely non-voluntary exercise once you initially volunteer. One day, she not only discovered that women join the Marines, but also that I have a female in my platoon. I can't help who I have to work with, it's just "needs of the Marine Corps". Well, this particular Marine, who I absolutely hated, decided to be my unit's recreation clerk(There's no such billet). The jackass contacted my wife against my wishes and so my wife thinks I'm sleeping with her. So, that's fun.
I had a classified billet, so sometimes I had to leave in the middle of the night or be gone for a few days with no option to tell her. She would ask the Marines who lived in our complex when they would get home and confront me with that. These people don't even work in my field let alone have a job like mine. An ordinance Marine or MP doesn't have the same schedule that I have. Even Marines in my platoon don't have the same work hours that I have. I used to think that 80 hour work weeks was what the lazy civies had. I also used to take classes or help my juniors, so sometimes I had to come home and change to regular clothes. Sometimes I just wanted to go be by myself, that's something hard to do at the E-club. After six years of accusations and mental abuse that totally never happened, I did finally cheat on her. I don't feel good about it, but there it is. Instant revocation of credibility.
She of course can talk to whomever she pleases and even had several online courters over the years. She has men text her at night trying to get in her pants. It's just funny to her and I wouldn't like to feel the same if it wasn't for the way she reacts when people talk to me. Now I'm bothered by it all. When we play online games, she lets men flirt or talk sexually to her. She even ignores me or ignores my requests to stop it. I have to beg several times just to get her to block the creepier ones. She even drunk sent a picture of her breasts to one. I chalked it up to her being drunk that night, but she just kept letting him flirt with her. It took her two weeks to put a stop to it. What do you do with that?
I of course have to endure her jealous rage is any female says more than two things and I respond back. I doesn't happen every time, but it has happened enough that I don't want to play online any more. She just has to ask if I'm talking sexually to anyone. She says that she believes me but I know better.
Anyone, and I mean anyone, is just another person the I'm sleeping with. Every time that I say I'm not is just another concealment of the truth. Every explanation a confession. Every time I forget to make eye contact, every confused expression, and eventually every time I get angry, a evidence of guilt. I'm always talking bad about her when she's not in the room. I'm why my family hates her. She even came up with a conspiracy that the US government is sending prostitutes to Iraq and Afghanistan via my car insurance emails. She can never admit to being less that perfect or to ever being at fault for anything. Every problem in our lives begins and ends with me.
And her excuse for all of this toxicity; She doesn't remember doing any of it and she has ADD with a dash of anxiety.
I'm held to full account for everything that I have or have been imagined to have done despite the fact that I have a disability and a bad up bringing, but her disablity puts her above all criticism. Autism is a perfect excuse for my kids, but not for me.
Things that I do or accomplish count for nothing. I'm not to talk about them because I have a huge ego. I'm expected to drop everything that I'm doing at a moments notice to do whatever thing that anyone not on a feeding tube can do and if I don't do it with a smile or I show any discontent, I'm an asshole. Even my kids have picked up this attitude towards me. Nothing that I do is important unless it is for them. Of course, this is a one way highway. I don't expect much from other people, but I do expect something.
I'm mentally and physically exhausted. I have to make every plan and decision but I have to integrate the poorly thought out non-optional suggestions and any psychically transmitted conditions.
All the rules seem to change when it's my turn. I feel like I'm simultaneously the foundation and the outsider of my family life. I have depression (Childhood, spousal abuse, and war stuff) and after I actually went to the VA to get help, she made fun of me fore getting on pills. I haven't asked for help since. She shamed me for getting help and she claims that none of that ever happened. Nope, not miss perfect.
She did offer to listen to me and to tell her when she's being awful. She promised. That's kind of hard to do when she's being awful and doesn't even remember being awful. She sure as heck remembers anything bad that I may or may not have done. That's the way it goes, she's horrible for a week or two, then absolutely confused as to why I don't want to tak to her or be around her for like a week after that. There the cycle goes round and round, and I'm always at fault.
I live under constant, Non-existent criticism. She's a perfect toxic angel, and I'm the worst. Of course she tells her friends and family that I'm perfect, except when she does the opposite. And I am to say nothing about her, it's verboten. Also, she caught me typing this, so now I'm a huge asshole.
Okay, that's me. Gross, I know.
My situation. I'm married with children, eighteen years worth of it. I have four children, two of which have autism on the lower functioning side of the scale. I'm monogamous and so is my wife. Before my marriage, I used to be polygamorous, which my wife holds against me from time to time. Jealousy and insecurity are her modes of operation. My accommodating her baggage has cost me almost all outside contact. I have no friends, I only go where I absolutely need to go. It was an easy slide down hill for me, I'm approaching the Asocial side of things naturally though I used to be fairly popular. People like me, they think I'm interesting. With that said, non-transparent contact is verboten. Everything I do has to be in the open. I'm posting this in secret, by the by.
Any female is a threat to her. Men too. I was in the Marines. You know, a largely non-voluntary exercise once you initially volunteer. One day, she not only discovered that women join the Marines, but also that I have a female in my platoon. I can't help who I have to work with, it's just "needs of the Marine Corps". Well, this particular Marine, who I absolutely hated, decided to be my unit's recreation clerk(There's no such billet). The jackass contacted my wife against my wishes and so my wife thinks I'm sleeping with her. So, that's fun.
I had a classified billet, so sometimes I had to leave in the middle of the night or be gone for a few days with no option to tell her. She would ask the Marines who lived in our complex when they would get home and confront me with that. These people don't even work in my field let alone have a job like mine. An ordinance Marine or MP doesn't have the same schedule that I have. Even Marines in my platoon don't have the same work hours that I have. I used to think that 80 hour work weeks was what the lazy civies had. I also used to take classes or help my juniors, so sometimes I had to come home and change to regular clothes. Sometimes I just wanted to go be by myself, that's something hard to do at the E-club. After six years of accusations and mental abuse that totally never happened, I did finally cheat on her. I don't feel good about it, but there it is. Instant revocation of credibility.
She of course can talk to whomever she pleases and even had several online courters over the years. She has men text her at night trying to get in her pants. It's just funny to her and I wouldn't like to feel the same if it wasn't for the way she reacts when people talk to me. Now I'm bothered by it all. When we play online games, she lets men flirt or talk sexually to her. She even ignores me or ignores my requests to stop it. I have to beg several times just to get her to block the creepier ones. She even drunk sent a picture of her breasts to one. I chalked it up to her being drunk that night, but she just kept letting him flirt with her. It took her two weeks to put a stop to it. What do you do with that?
I of course have to endure her jealous rage is any female says more than two things and I respond back. I doesn't happen every time, but it has happened enough that I don't want to play online any more. She just has to ask if I'm talking sexually to anyone. She says that she believes me but I know better.
Anyone, and I mean anyone, is just another person the I'm sleeping with. Every time that I say I'm not is just another concealment of the truth. Every explanation a confession. Every time I forget to make eye contact, every confused expression, and eventually every time I get angry, a evidence of guilt. I'm always talking bad about her when she's not in the room. I'm why my family hates her. She even came up with a conspiracy that the US government is sending prostitutes to Iraq and Afghanistan via my car insurance emails. She can never admit to being less that perfect or to ever being at fault for anything. Every problem in our lives begins and ends with me.
And her excuse for all of this toxicity; She doesn't remember doing any of it and she has ADD with a dash of anxiety.
I'm held to full account for everything that I have or have been imagined to have done despite the fact that I have a disability and a bad up bringing, but her disablity puts her above all criticism. Autism is a perfect excuse for my kids, but not for me.
Things that I do or accomplish count for nothing. I'm not to talk about them because I have a huge ego. I'm expected to drop everything that I'm doing at a moments notice to do whatever thing that anyone not on a feeding tube can do and if I don't do it with a smile or I show any discontent, I'm an asshole. Even my kids have picked up this attitude towards me. Nothing that I do is important unless it is for them. Of course, this is a one way highway. I don't expect much from other people, but I do expect something.
I'm mentally and physically exhausted. I have to make every plan and decision but I have to integrate the poorly thought out non-optional suggestions and any psychically transmitted conditions.
All the rules seem to change when it's my turn. I feel like I'm simultaneously the foundation and the outsider of my family life. I have depression (Childhood, spousal abuse, and war stuff) and after I actually went to the VA to get help, she made fun of me fore getting on pills. I haven't asked for help since. She shamed me for getting help and she claims that none of that ever happened. Nope, not miss perfect.
She did offer to listen to me and to tell her when she's being awful. She promised. That's kind of hard to do when she's being awful and doesn't even remember being awful. She sure as heck remembers anything bad that I may or may not have done. That's the way it goes, she's horrible for a week or two, then absolutely confused as to why I don't want to tak to her or be around her for like a week after that. There the cycle goes round and round, and I'm always at fault.
I live under constant, Non-existent criticism. She's a perfect toxic angel, and I'm the worst. Of course she tells her friends and family that I'm perfect, except when she does the opposite. And I am to say nothing about her, it's verboten. Also, she caught me typing this, so now I'm a huge asshole.