ZanneMarie wrote:
Graelwyn,
This might be too personal, so if it is don't feel you need to respond. Did you live with any of them (marriage or otherwise)? If so, did you find yourself fulfilling a more traditional nurturer/caretaker role? And, if you did, did you find that to be your choice or did you feel pressured into it?
I'm just curious as to the difference in the dynamics (if any!) between AS women and AS men or NT men.
Hi, well really, I have only ever had one boyfriend and I lived with him for 5 and a half years...primarilly due to my fear of coping entirely alone in life and not having somewhere to go. But to answer your question...no. The only nurturing I did, I suppose, was offering to buy him some rehydration fluids when he was sick. Otherwise, neither of us was especially caring to one another. His total ignoring of me when I had severe panic attacks did not help that situation and did not incline me towards being nurturing either lol. If anything, I would often refuse to make him coffee or tea when he demanded it. We very much lived separate lives in the end, with me losing myself in my internet Harry Potter chatroom world, and he losing himself in his psychology classes. The situation was not helped in that we lived in a very small house with his mother.
But...I showed next to no nurturing capabilities. I did my own washing...his mother did his. We made our own food etc, that is just how it was from the start. And I found it very irksome to have to go to sleep when he did due to our sharing a room and there being nowhere else for me to stay up. It is interesting. To begin with, I was not in a relationship with him..we were just friends and I was meant to go and stay with him for a few days to give my mother a break. I just never went back to my mother as my relationship with her had been very destructive. I did not cope well with the change. For the first month, I refused to leave the house and dosed myself up with valium to sleep through the days. I also behaved in a rather needy manner in that I resented the fact that he would not only work from 6am to 6pm at night, but he would also stay out to see a female friend sometimes while I was left in the house, in a strange new place. I would react very badly to that and self harm and get upset.
To begin, I had a rather idealised vision of romance from all the films I had watched as a young girl...but he denied having any emotions at all, saying he worked only from logic and cared from logic and all such things. This sent me into a confused state, as I thought caring came from a feeling, so I would endlessly question him as to how he could care about someone through thoughts and in the end, he just shut down for an evening as I had asked too many questions relating to emotions and he couldn't answer them.
It was an interesting dynamic. I went there, having been convinced that I was borderline personality, and of course, being totally open and honest in my speech, he knew that almost as soon as we first spoke on the phone...so while he analysed my supposed borderline behaviours, I would analyse his supposed logical and cold behaviour, never once even suspecting that I myself was the same in many ways... Anyway, to cut a long story short, after a certain period whereby he had pursued his own interests and pushed any ideas of being a couple away, I lost myself in my own obsessions and any attempts on his part to pull me away from the internet would result in a lot of anger and shouting and crying on my part. He blamed the internet obsession for our separation, but in truth, he was just as bad initially with his own obsession.
Food for thought for you.