Since the idea of being on the spectrum is new to me, I have been looking at each situation differently than before, and I am making myself laugh because of how messed up my interpretation of certain situations has been.
Just now, for example, my husband walked into the yard where my mother and I were sitting. He was getting ready to do dome work on our car and was wearing old clothes that I have patched and mended many times. When he left the yard my mother commented that clothes of the type my husband was wearing were on sale and, since my husbands birthday is coming up now would be a good time for her to shop "with direction" from me.
This comment gave me big, red warning flashes...ut oh. My body was telling me it is a trap.
"Do you mean what size?" I asked her. But I find that cryptic statement "with direction" confusing. She mentioned clothes like he was wearing, so to me, you mean exactly that. Clothes that look like what he has on. What more could you need to know besides size?
My mother and I often have these interactions that rub us both the wrong way. For her I appear a bit hostile. For me, she appears vague and unclear.
In the past I would interpret this clash as a deliberate attempt in her part to maintain coercive control as I have to scramble to understand her.
But now that I am aware that my literal interpretation is perfectly normal from the spectrum perspective, I find it rather funny.
Just now, for example, my husband walked into the yard where my mother and I were sitting. He was getting ready to do dome work on our car and was wearing old clothes that I have patched and mended many times. When he left the yard my mother commented that clothes of the type my husband was wearing were on sale and, since my husbands birthday is coming up now would be a good time for her to shop "with direction" from me.
This comment gave me big, red warning flashes...ut oh. My body was telling me it is a trap.
"Do you mean what size?" I asked her. But I find that cryptic statement "with direction" confusing. She mentioned clothes like he was wearing, so to me, you mean exactly that. Clothes that look like what he has on. What more could you need to know besides size?
My mother and I often have these interactions that rub us both the wrong way. For her I appear a bit hostile. For me, she appears vague and unclear.
In the past I would interpret this clash as a deliberate attempt in her part to maintain coercive control as I have to scramble to understand her.
But now that I am aware that my literal interpretation is perfectly normal from the spectrum perspective, I find it rather funny.