I can't imagine living life with Aspergers Syndrome.
There are so many things that my husband just doesn't get. And it makes him anxious, confused, angry, frustrated.
"Steve, can I borrow your glue gun for a minute? I just broke off this little doo-dad on my Christmas ornament, and I think that if I put a touch of hot glue on it will be just fine."
The Hubster is watching a car show on TV and looking up car parts or something on his 'puter. He doesn't acknowledge that he heard my request, so after a few minutes I repeat it.
"WHAT?" thunders Hubby without turning his head from his computer screen. "You did NOT say you wanted me to GET IT, or if you were going to get it, and if you wanted it THIS MINUTE or if you wanted it NEXT WEEK, or if you were just ASKING as a general point of reference, and you TOLD me not to make assumptions!"
The roar that emanated from his still-seated form nearly deafened me as I was standing merely two feet away holding the ornament with its broken piece in my hands.
I allowed the ringing in my ears to subside before I responded.
"I'm sorry, Dear. I didn't remember to specifically ask you if I could use it now, and if you would get it for me, please."
I was trying hard to stay calm. I really just wanted to get the tree decorating done as there was a long list of other things I wanted to do.
Still remaining motionless, Steve continued to sit.
I sighed and asked, "If you tell me where it is, may I go get it?"
The Hubster's fingers began dancing across his keyboard.
"Huh?" he grunts, still glued to the 'puter screen.
I look at the ornament in my right hand and the "spare" piece pinched with my left fingers. I sigh and set them down on a table.
Looks like the only thing that getting glued right now is his focus on his web search.
Anyone see the forest for the trees? lol