tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post3216864233520894294..comments2023-08-12T06:41:11.740-07:00Comments on Laughing Helps: Marriage Spiced with Aspergers: Plastic Glasses & Other Oxymoronslaughing helpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419202929819268590noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-21602797124584955382014-03-13T15:28:09.906-07:002014-03-13T15:28:09.906-07:00thank you so much for sharing from your perspectiv...thank you so much for sharing from your perspective! <br /><br />i often find that steve becomes frustrated with me because i am not specific enough, or i am too specific, or because i sound confrontational, or sound as if i am scolding or lecturing him... when i ask what makes him think those things, he responds "your tone of voice and your expression"<br /><br />funny thing is, i thought that vocal intonation and facial expressions were two things that many aspergians have trouble deciphering... lollaughing helpshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03419202929819268590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-48984842292309739642014-03-09T18:06:53.989-07:002014-03-09T18:06:53.989-07:00I'm sure that I've caused my wife to feel ...I'm sure that I've caused my wife to feel as weary as you sound, through similar debate about things that aren't really worthy of debate.<br /><br />A recent example, from a couple weeks ago, for the humor's sake:<br /><br />My wife and daughter had baked several pans of coconut bread for a girl scout function. There was nearly a whole pan left, and it was on our kitchen counter, in a plastic container with a tight-fitting lid. I came home from work one evening, while everybody else was out, and had a piece of the bread. The lid was off the container when I got home, and I left it off, assuming that there was some reason that the lid should be off the container. An hour or so later, my wife and daughter got home, and within five minutes of walking in the door, my wife asks me why I've left the lid off the container of coconut bread. I explain that the lid was off when I came home, so someone else must have left it off. My wife, sounding a bit defensive, said "well, the lid was on the container the entire time I was home today." I said, well perhaps one of the kids opened the container and didn't close it. She said "well, maybe so, but it was closed the whole time I was home today." After we had dinner, I said that I thought I would have a piece of the coconut bread for dessert. My wife said, "yum, that sounds good. I had a piece of that for breakfast this morning." I said to her, "I thought you said the container was closed the entire time you were home today." She said yes, that was what she said, and yes, the container HAD been closed the whole time she was at home. So I asked, probably with a harsh tone that I typically don't recognize until well after the discussion, "so how exactly did the piece of bread you ate for breakfast get OUT of the container that remained CLOSED the entire time you were home today?"<br /><br />It's probably a good thing that there wasn't anything convenient for her to throw at me, or I might have been a good target.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-42188727992198767152014-03-07T06:18:59.745-08:002014-03-07T06:18:59.745-08:00lol - my hubby would say emphatically "i'...lol - my hubby would say emphatically "i'm not on a planet! neuroscopic studies indicate rudimentary subarticulate particles coexist in constantly wax and waning phases amidst bilateral dimensions of...." <br /><br />need i say more?laughing helpshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03419202929819268590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-15467764984103835782014-03-06T12:36:05.898-08:002014-03-06T12:36:05.898-08:00Oh yes, this is so so true!
Me "please can y...Oh yes, this is so so true! <br />Me "please can you get me my book from our bedroom" <br />him " where is it?"<br />Me " on my bedside table, it's called ............."<br />Him , coming downstairs, " sorry, couldn't find it"<br /><br />So I go upstairs, get it from where I said, come downstairs, show him, he says " well I couldn't see it"<br /><br />What planet is he on?Patsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08576796677497270787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-81100040713176703792014-03-04T18:50:46.661-08:002014-03-04T18:50:46.661-08:00ok - now i'm laughing! you are sooooo spot on!...ok - now i'm laughing! you are sooooo spot on!!laughing helpshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03419202929819268590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-6695308462381993042014-03-04T14:33:37.048-08:002014-03-04T14:33:37.048-08:00Im laughing at this end for you. This happens all...Im laughing at this end for you. This happens all the time. I cant say "can you get ? out of the cupboard". I have to say which cupboard, which room, which shelf and possible location (left or right). I have to store a visual description of not only my things (including household) but also all his things - because he cant keep track of anything. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12605358521258969537noreply@blogger.com