Hello my Aspie brethren (and sistren), I have a question about OCD and Autism colliding.
I don't have OCD but my roommate does. He stays up really late at night on his phone (which is fine) sleeps until very late in the morning like 11 AM, and here's where we've been getting into collision.
1. I write (because I am a novelist and trying to get stuff done) and he hates the sound of the typewriter. OK, sensory sensitivity. I get that. But he lies in there and waits until I'm on a roll and then interrupts by complaining about the noise driving him crazy. He could go downstairs to the deserted second floor of the house, chill on some awesome couches down there, and let me get work done, but he lies in bed on his phone and complains.
2. He walks in halfway through the 2nd movement of Beethoven's Sixth and requests I turn down the record player. I can't turn it down (it's an old windup one with no sound controls on it) and it doesn't play super loud. I have quiet needles for it (Those are a thing, really) and am more than happy not to blast classical all the time. However, I play it so I can enjoy that as I write. He wakes up to Carrie Underwood music, blasted Dolly Parton on his tinny cellphone speakers all day (he has AirPods but they may have been on the charger. I don't know) and it's my music he complains about.
3. He is OCD-rude about me doing anything that involves a little dust but left many of his things in almost a "neckbeard nest" on his side of the room. (No anime breasts or Mountain Dew bottles of pee. Just Starbucks cups and other empty bottles.)
4. He's mad that I lock my desk now, after he read something on my typewriter and decided to comment about it--my bank papers were on the desk, along with a lot of other things, but he's up there reading out of my and is mad that I don't trust him and claims I am acting extreme for not trusting him. Extreme. Whatever that means.
5. He plays on his phone at night (the blue light bothers me. I can't sleep with iron-framed glasses on--my usual blue light remedy--but he's got to stay on that thing until midnight, giving the occasional chuckle at memes or whatever, and then acts like I'm an idiot for trying to go to sleep at 11:30.
I admit I'm a little tough to live with but I stay on my end of the room. However, I just want to be able to use my own desk. It's like my studio--my pirate's cove--and where I work. My productivity declines if I have to haul my typewriter downstairs (it's heavy but I've been using a 6-pound Corona Model 3 lately that is very slow...painfully slow compared to my big Remington 12.
He's messing up my work time. According to him, I'm messing up his relaxation time. Should I keep trying to accommodate (which is never enough for him) or should I just draw the line?
Please ask any questions you might have. Fire away, Aspernauts. I need some advice because this is making me nuts.
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Your neurodiverse (Aspie) score: 134 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 72 of 200
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