I am all for being upfront and honest, I know that I shared pretty much every thing I had experienced , good and bad with my partner, but I realized later that I didn't, or rather, couldn't express my interpretations and emotions around the events of my life.
She took this as me evading and hiding how I felt, how the events and experiences I had effected me. To her, I was deliberately being dishonest, by omission and deception.
I was diagnosed several years after my SO and I got together. She knew something didn't add up with me. On the outside, I am a reasonably attractive, fit and active guy, so it would be reasonable to expect that I am basically a normal guy who wants and is motivated by what everybody else is doing. Except I'm not. And I don't see what is wrong with that, but it sure has made being in a relationship difficult.
Aspergers was first mentioned by a therapist I was seeing, but he didn't believe in "labelling" so he thought getting a formal diagnosis was unnecessary. My life was really getting hard, and I needed to find out what was really going on, so I eventually sought a formal assessment from a regional Autism institution.
With the detailed and specific diagnosis I received, I have been able to deal more directly with the problems I have. Before, in spite of years of therapy and 3 to 4 therapists, I really was getting nowhere. My first recognition of perhaps being on the spectrum came when I read in an article that people with undiagnosed Autism often are "therapy resistant" in that problems like anxiety and depression, things that "normal" people are able to treat successfully, are mysteriously difficult to treat in the undiagnosed Aspie. That was certainly true for me. While I could tell my therapists what was going on, I wasn't able to get across how I felt, how events effected me, and there was the ever-present downplaying of the seriousness of how I was really losing control of my life.
My partner would ask me about my therapy sessions, and I could give her a basic synopsis of what we talked about, but was always unable to relate it to anything, and certainly not gain any perspective or clarity from it. It was really all a waste of time and money, and it made me look like I was not at all interested in getting help for my problems. So, yes, I was a recalcitrant jerk by all measures.
After I was diagnosed, I found a therapist who dealt mainly with Autism, and she was able to immediately direct me to therapy modes to understand and deal with the underlying issue of being on the spectrum, as well as urge me to get medication for anxiety, which, for god knows why, none of my other therapists seemed to notice.
Things aren't great in my relationship, there has been a lot of bad times that just aren't being put to rest, on both sides. Not sure how successful we'll be working through it all. We've tried relationship therapy twice, but it seems to always bring up the same stuff that doesn't get resolved. So in a way, I can sympathize with the "Wife of Aspie" and the difficulty of being in a relationship with someone with a different neurology.