AJCoyne wrote:
I'm quite...simple when it comes to relationships. I can only imagine black people marrying black people and having black babies. I think this is the same thing.
When I think about the kind of guy I am going to end up with, I think of someone with Asperger's like me.
I think about how we won't have to have sex because neither of us are comfortable with it. I think about how we'll spend our nights together at home because we don't like going to busy restaurants and cinemas. I think about the fact we probably won't have any kids because of the stress involved.
All these thoughts make me happy, but is it realistic? Are there AS people who marry other AS people? Does it work out? As opposed to, say, a quote-unquote "normal" person?
I'm really curious.
I've got AS, unofficial, not on paper DX, but still a DX. Hubby is suspected AS. Since you're curious, yes, we have sex, but it does seem to be less often, maybe because of AS. We hang out, we try and go on one monthly date, though usually at four in the morning cause there's less people. We're both with the idea of having kids. Other people's kids, ones you caint control, those are the problem. Your own kids, not so bad. Now, I've only been married less than a month, was dating a bit over a year, so I may not be the best person to ask. But, I am one of the closest married to your age.
I don't think having or not having AS matters, it's a personality thing. I get on fine with plenty of non AS friends, as well as Hubby, but it's because of the people they are, not a DX. And really, when it comes down to it, marriage is two people being friends with benefits for life. Being there, hanging out, loving each other, it's all what friends do, just a little more meaningful. I think in about 5 or 10 years you'll find a good person. That's what matters, not a DX.
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