tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post713363973618895070..comments2023-08-12T06:41:11.740-07:00Comments on Laughing Helps: Marriage Spiced with Aspergers: It’s a Crying Shame…laughing helpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419202929819268590noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-49527250940501023362012-10-27T06:40:05.739-07:002012-10-27T06:40:05.739-07:00thank you for sharing - 'storytelling' is ...thank you for sharing - 'storytelling' is a very apt description for my blogging - it's always a matter of perspective...laughing helpshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03419202929819268590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-22621418212327518502012-10-26T14:02:40.047-07:002012-10-26T14:02:40.047-07:00Storytelling clearly defines people and their rela...Storytelling clearly defines people and their relationships. They're Real by having been defined. People walking around are ciphers, empty shells, Non-Player Characters.<br /><br />It's funny that my first thought upon reading this post was that the 11th Doctor hasn't "died" yet. Then I realized which episode you meant, and nodded sagely with understanding.BlueNighthttp://triessentialism.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-33841079108032790062012-10-17T06:23:28.857-07:002012-10-17T06:23:28.857-07:00oh how good it is to know that i am not alone - th...oh how good it is to know that i am not alone - thank you for sharing... laughing helpshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03419202929819268590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259779034549832838.post-13375169593083187312012-10-16T20:01:18.743-07:002012-10-16T20:01:18.743-07:00So So hear you. My Step-Father died last month a...So So hear you. My Step-Father died last month and i ended up walking out on them so I could go home to comfort my mother. They had been married for 35 years. Aspie Hubby just didnt get it. He wanted to know why I had to go, as I have so many siblings to look after her. Goodness - I was so glad I went. Truth is, their world fall apart without me - I do everything except breathe for them. If I leave work at 5 there will be 5 phone calls before I get home. If I am 10 late (traffic) then its, where were you, why did you take so long etc etc. Shopping has to be done in small shops because its too long apart. My Aspie son, was obsessed with Thomas the Tank and terrified of Diesel - hiding behind couches. When we went to an animated film he would lie on the floor so he couldnt see - too dramatic. BUT, his obsession is military and he watches Yutube footage and plays games with people being cut up, bombed, shot, mutilated etc without even a blink. Your entry to the house, is familar. I could make 5 trips bringing in shopping, limp with fatigue after work, trip over everything they have dropped in the doorway and the only one who greets me is the dog and he gets in the way. If Im in bed sick I'll be woken to "can you cook dinner now, im hungry"? I must admit though, im a crier too. I cry at ads, songs, movies, dreams, day-dreams etc - probably a symptom of my undiagnosed depression. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12605358521258969537noreply@blogger.com