About two years ago, after 16 years of a precarious marriage, the most wonderful thing happened to my wife and me: We discovered we're both Aspies. Its immediate effect was a new and profound affection for each other. Before this discovery, our marriage - the most intimate relationship of all - had been ruled by both of us trying to avoid as much embarrassment as possible. We were both very shy. I don't mean to be crude here, but neither of us could bear to speak of such things as bathroom issues, and it's not like we're kids, either. I'll be 57 this year.
As we both read about aspie symptoms, we were embarrassed together, cried together, and found a lot of it funny too. Now, we've dropped the whole - if one of us is right the other must be wrong thing. We've dropped the competition too. Being aspies together has leveled the field, as both of us were always trying to prove we were as good as the other. We have found mutual forgiveness and understanding - we're both on the same side now. The Argument is over. We're into this 2 years now, and it's been a second honeymoon. We exchange intimate messages during the day, and can't wait to see each other at night. It's a wonderful thing to be in love with your own wife.
We started going back to church, and doing a lot of stuff we did when we first met: taking short road trips, watching movies, just hanging out in the same room reading together. It's the kind of relationship I always pictured in my mind, that I was never able to have with anyone - this is my third marriage, her first. I've been with her longer than with anyone else, and how we survived, I'll never know. We've made new committments to faithfulness, and to making sure the other knows they're loved.
I never would have thought something so disabling could turn out to be something so good. I mean, who understand me better than another aspie?