Wow, I just saw Mozart and the Whale!
Awesome!
I'm a bit more high functioning than they are as far as interactions with people go. Somewhat, but boy could I relate.
I wish I was that good with numbers though. That tends to be my weak point. Irlen syndrome/dyslexia, whatever you want to call it. The stuff doesn't stay still on the page and I flip it and can't retain it in my head.
But I've been told by a music professor that I have perfect pitch.
I think my husband is an Aspie too. It's about the only thing that explains him. He's gifted mechanically. Most of our arguments are over taking things too literally, both ways.
Sometimes we can tell, sometimes we can't.
If we are in a bad space, things get all jumbled up quickly.
I collect things inside the house. He collects things, mostly in the garage. We are both semi afraid of moving each other's things. It's awful!!!
But, it's our only chance.
We've both had failed relationships.
After my abusive husband died...I used to pray and ask God if there wasn't somebody like me. Someone that would understand me and be patient with me. Someone that would love me in spite of myself. Someone that would see me for who I am not what they want me to be.
God gave me Ben.
Awesome!
I'm a bit more high functioning than they are as far as interactions with people go. Somewhat, but boy could I relate.
I wish I was that good with numbers though. That tends to be my weak point. Irlen syndrome/dyslexia, whatever you want to call it. The stuff doesn't stay still on the page and I flip it and can't retain it in my head.
But I've been told by a music professor that I have perfect pitch.
I think my husband is an Aspie too. It's about the only thing that explains him. He's gifted mechanically. Most of our arguments are over taking things too literally, both ways.
Sometimes we can tell, sometimes we can't.
If we are in a bad space, things get all jumbled up quickly.
I collect things inside the house. He collects things, mostly in the garage. We are both semi afraid of moving each other's things. It's awful!!!
But, it's our only chance.
We've both had failed relationships.
After my abusive husband died...I used to pray and ask God if there wasn't somebody like me. Someone that would understand me and be patient with me. Someone that would love me in spite of myself. Someone that would see me for who I am not what they want me to be.
God gave me Ben.
