My only regret.

I wish I knew I was an Aspie a year ago. I wish I knew my ex-partner was an Aspie a year ago. If I don’t blog about this it’s going to pull my mood downwards so I’m getting it out of my head.

Let’s call him A. We met on an online dating site. We exchanged a few messages, and then exchanged phone numbers. There was something about him. He was funny, and genuinely nice and caring, he was not sleazy at all, we talked for hours on the phone (I know, right?), it was just “right”. And then we met, and it was even more “right”. And we were together from then on.

When we were together time seemed to go quickly, when we were apart it seemed to drag on. We both have kids, myself one, him two – all boys. 

I researched my heart out about “blending families”, it was a situation neither of us had been in before. I wanted the perfect love that A and I shared to be enough to pull through any situation, to be shared amongst our kids. When one of the boys acted out, or they fought with each other, I took it to heart – I’d read so much, I’d considered so many angles and I felt on edge a lot of the time. Kids are unpredictable. I’d forget that I was an adult in an adult relationship, and whilst the kids’ needs/wants were important – “we” were the adults who needed to make the decisions in the best interests of all of us. I was so worried about upsetting the kids, and trying to be a “pleaser” and be liked I internalised it all and didn’t know how to release it. Numerous times I wanted to run away from the stress – but realistically it was stress I put myself under wanting everything to run smoothly and perfectly. A couple of times I did walk out to return home to the safety of my bed, with my doona over my head and let the tears flow.

Unfortunately I’m a “fix everyone else’s problems sort my own out myself” type person. I didn’t know how to let someone be a part of that. I didn’t know how to verbalise the awkward feelings, the internally physical ones that make you feel like you need to escape NOW. I am extra sensitive to criticism; real or perceived. I am affected by a change in mood. I notice everything, and take it personally – especially anything negative. I am a chronic over-thinker. I developed migraines due to stress, but still my brain continued to over load itself.

I became critical of A and bitter. I realise now I accused him of things I could also see in myself. We are mirrors of each other. Couldn’t A see the toll this was taking on me? Why was I putting in all the effort? Why didn’t he hug me when I cried, and just left me alone? Why was my perspective always wrong and his right? Why didn’t my feelings matter just because that’s not how he meant to make me feel? Why was working on his cars more important than me? Where was the loving and attentive man I first met? 

Well, my dear reader, you’re probably shaking your head by now wondering how neither of us knew about our Aspieness. But we didn’t. And it got to the point I’d had enough, I left and burnt the bridge behind me. I was absolutely burnt out. It wasn’t a ‘want to’ thing by that stage it was a “need”.  

For the life of me I couldn’t understand how I’d gotten it all so wrong. This man, this perfect man for me, had broken me to pieces. I’d picked another one who swept me off my feet and dumped me on my head. After a few nasty exchanges via text, I cut contact with A. I had to. I hid everything that reminded me of him, I stopped listening to music, I retreated in to myself so my heart could start to mend. Thankfully I had the support of my parents to help keep my son occupied.

I went to the doctors, got a script for anti-anxiety medication and started seeing a psychologist. I’d been down the break-up path before and knew I needed to be proactive about my mental health as a mother, instead of destructive as I was before motherhood. I explained what had happened to my psychologist, the words “emotionally manipulative” and “conman” coming from her were the validation I needed to hear, I wasn’t an idiot! I just fell for a great actor! Phew! (Obviously now I know he’s none of these things).

Fast forward a month and a half and I needed to get some property of mine back from him. Texting him had my anxiety sky high, I felt sick, but the reply was positive and calm. We started talking again. I was very guarded at first, I didn’t want him to know how he had affected me, I didn’t want him to have that power or satisfaction. But love doesn’t just disappear, and the more we talked..

I’ll skip ahead, I started reading some articles about Aspergers/Autism and “saw” him in them. He could see it too. He went to the doctors, got a referral and got diagnosed by a psychiatrist. I, out of curiosity, looked at the female aspect of Aspergers – and there I was. I’ve put myself and him through hell the past month or so, my emotions were erratic, I’d be crying in bed one day abusing him via text and the next I wanted to fix everything. I was a confused mess that couldn’t get out of her head. Now I know I was “thought looping”. I stirred fights, mostly not on purpose but I could label anger, and knew that feeling was “real”. My answer in the form of my diagnosis has made me feel peaceful in myself but I’ve done irreparable damage.

If I knew a year ago what I knew now, we may not have met, so I will never regret that. But if I knew then what I know now and we did meet I do whole heartedly believe we’d still be together and that’s a little hard to be “ok” with at times even though I know I have to be “ok” with it. I broke up with him due to his Aspie traits BECAUSE of my Aspie traits. The man who I felt so connected to on every level, the first and only person I’ve ever felt pure comfort with being in their company for any length of time even in my own home, the man who was so open and honest with me at the beginning like I asked for and then I didn’t know how to handle the information, the man who is the only person who knows everything about me, the first man who has ever made me feel “safe” … I walked out on. I could not understand! I’d read all about relationships! How were we so connected but so disconnected? But I see now – our relationship couldn’t have abided by neurotypical “rules” because there was no “neurotypical” person in our relationship. Our communication was awful which compounded matters.

In saying all this, please don’t get me wrong, the good times the two of us had, and the five of us had, outweighed the bad. When it was good it was blissful! And I miss those times.

My hope is that someone will read this and not make the same mistakes I did.

This is not a pity party by any means, I just wish … I knew.

This blog is brought to you after reading the following article … Wishing I had read this a year ago too!


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10 thoughts on “My only regret.

  1. your question is very hard : How were we so connected but so disconnected?
    but Love is something mysterious and can’t be under control
    kind regards

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  2. I’m sorry to read what you went throuvh but I am happy that you have found solace in truly understanding what happened. In fact, the communication aspect, around having difficulty expressing ourselves at the time when it matters most, is something I really relate to. I know this is always going to be difficult for us but I now believe that we will be able to find the words from this community to be able to do it in a way that works for us.

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    • Yeah, it’s a bit of a double edged sword – finding out this info after the fact and when it’s too late! Absolutely agree with your last sentence 😃 xx


  3. VisualVox on said:

    Oh, sorry to hear about all that. Of course it makes total senses now. But while you’re going through it… it’s rough. No doubt about it. But at least you have some answers now.

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    • Yep, feel better again now I’ve gotten it out of my head lol. And those answers only came about because we broke up, so I can’t regret that really! I probably should rename this blog entry lol. A and I are still in each others life to a certain extent, we chat, so it’s not a total loss. 😊

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  4. Great post! And much of it was very, very familiar. It’s tiring isn’t it, that kind of relationship? Trying to fix things, make them simple. But often making things worse, and more complicated.

    I hope you find the person you need. The one who is steady, and true. My aspie husband is my rock. We were friends for years before we were partners. And he was the very first person I felt I could be myself with. Xx

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    • Thank you 😊 It was tiring at times, yeah. But having two undiagnosed Aspies in a relationship; I don’t think it could be anything but tiring lol. Me too, one day, for now I need to focus on myself and learn about my Aspie ways so as not to make the same mistakes again, or at least recognise what’s happening when it’s happening lol 😊. He sounds lovely 😊❤️ xx

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  5. I would believe that two undiagnosed Aspies would make quite the opposing attraction. My first “real” boyfriend and I both had undiagnosed depression, me undiagnosed Asperger’s, and he may have been bi-polar or an Aspie himself, but we haven’t kept in touch. When I look back on our relationship, I remember feeling so connected and we were so “deep” about the world around us. I haven’t met anyone like that since then, and I do miss is greatly.
    However, our depression and overall instability in this world was becoming worse. I think, because we understood each other so well, we didn’t try to “fix” each other or think either of us were “weird”. We knew we were beautiful. Unfortunately, it also meant we enabled our descent in a deeper depression and unhealthy choices. There was nobody there to tell us our way of living was hurting us. Eventually, I realized it and we amicably parted ways.

    As much as I can still feel the incredibility of that time, I am now in a better place. I learned from it and have great memories with such a wonderful person. And every bitter-sweet decision I make has led me to where I am today. My current husband has social anxiety, so we have helped each other improve on our weaknesses. He has taught me how to be more thoughtful with others, and I bring him ease in social situations.

    As you said, in other words, hindsight’s 20/20. But what makes it okay is when we learn from it and better ourselves because of it.

    Thank you for your story.

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    • That all makes sense! I guess it’s still all relatively “fresh”, plus we are still in contact every day. It’s bittersweet knowing what I know now, and us actually being able to talk about our issues and the issues we had, but now he’s been left gun shy and shut himself off from the idea of reconciliation. I’m trying to accept that, although I do believe with this new information and knowing each other so well we could make it work properly based on our own rules not societys’ unwritten ones, but that’s not a decision I can make on my own. So, I am trying to make peace with that.

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