Year End

I usually try to do a year in review for myself before the New Year in order to come to terms with what happened. Usually, I scroll back through my journals and try to summarize everything that happened each month. I keep that list as a reminder of the events of the year, but it should really be more than that. Perhaps here I can try to understand what happened and what I have learned from it.

I believe the whole process of living is about learning. This isn't true of my spouse. He seems perplexed by the notion and completely unable to see his own life through this kind of lens. As far as he is concerned, he's just living and there is no need to consider the process. This may be characteristic of Aspergers, but I'm not sure. I'm still trying to understand what Aspergers means, how much of who he is can be attributed to his personality and how much of his behaviour is dictated by the condition.

There are still many things to consider. I may not want this anymore. I have tried, over the past 11 months, to think about how to be happy with someone who is not able to support me emotionally, despite the fact that he says he wants to. He lacks "theory of mind" and is unable to respond to even direct suggestions about appropriate behaviours. Often, he doesn't respond to me at all. For example, we went out to dinner the other day. We were sampling wine. His conversation focused solely on that fact. He ate, he drank, he commented, but otherwise, he sat before me with a blank expression on his face, saying nothing. This is fairly typical of our interactions. If I don't carry the conversation, it doesn't move forward. I have been sick with a nasty flu for the past three weeks, so I've had little energy, but he's done nothing to help me during this time. He avoids me. I don't have the energy to deal with him, so I don't. I can't. I've reached a point now, just over 7 years in to this relationship, where I can no longer do all of the work to make it work. I'm not sure I'll stay. Maybe this year will tell. I tried to figure it out last year, but couldn't because it was all too new and overwhelming. Now I know what I'm dealing with and I'm struggling to decide if I can continue to live with this situation.

Happily Ever After Aspergers?

I've added a subtitle to my blog to reflect the thunderbolt realization that I came to last February that my husband, the one I've been struggling to understand for the past 7 and a half years, is actually a man with Aspergers. I know that label is one that he resists and that most people shy away from, but having it in place has changed my world and made me realize that all of the most troubling aspects of our married life finally had an explanation that made sense. The label of Aspergers made everything clear. Reading about the "condition" and how having it affected relationships and marriage shocked me to my core. All of the problems that I attributed to our stepfamily condition were really facets of dealing with an Aspergers' spouse and his offspring. In fact, I came to the realization that he had Aspergers after learning about his son's Tourette's, ADHD, and LD diagnoses the previous spring. The counsellor who spoke to him about his son's condition noted that my spouse had Tourette's symptoms as well. That became something we were able to talk about thereafter. Then, in February, after reading an article about an adult who realized that they had Aspergers, I realized that my spouse not only had Tourette's, but it was co-morbid with his Aspergers.

This has been a long, hard year. 2016 has been tough for many of us; for me it was the year of the hard truths. I am married to a man who will likely never change his odd and frustrating habits and rigid and perplexing routines. His condition makes him unable to truly appreciate and empathize with my feelings. Certainly, he is unable to actively engage with me in a way that I have always expected of an intimate partner. I have no sense of him being present or even truly intimate with me. I am often terribly lonely and fear that I am losing hope. I want to use this blog to try to recover and restore some sense of order and understanding to my experiences. I am hoping that 2017 will be a better, more fulfilling, more uplifting year, not only for me, but for all of us. We could all use a little more hope.

Tropical Island

E and I just returned from a tropical island getaway. It was lovely to feel the sun's heat on my skin, to hear ocean waves churning in the distance, to see a wide blue sky, and to drink and eat tropical fruit like mangoes, guava, and passion fruit. A few days like that should be able to carry one a long way through winter, but back in the cold . . . it seems to linger less in mind that I'd hope it would. There must be ways to keep that tranquil state breathing into the present.

I will try, over the next weeks of winter, to bring the relaxation and beauty present in that trip home. I made a list of things to do on my phone and I'll seek out warm winter break opportunities these next two months. There must be a public sauna somewhere . . . there must be opportunities to be out enjoying the sun, even in the frigid air. I've never been one for winter sports, but that may be a place to start . . . last year it all felt too much with the cold, this year may be easier. Getting through winter is always a personal challange for me, but I will have to look for sunny ways to warm my heart.

Island

A and I watched About a Boy the other day, which was a lovely movie about the importance of community. I would like to strengthen my sense of community and my social ties., especially because my marriage is so distant. Yesterday, I went on a long, cold walk along the river with my newly widowed neighbour. It was a bit awkward, as we have nothing in common but the neighbourhood, but it felt good nevertheless. It was a small gesture of connection. I would like to increase those.

Over the holidays I read the wonderful this is happy by Camilla Gibb. It was also a meditation on intimacy and community. What I appreciated most about the memoir was her brutal honesty about family dysfunction and the legacy of growing up with it. I am convinced my continual sense of alienation stems from a difficult childhood. Her book is a good illustration of how we can overcome our past to create new kinds of families and communities. I would like to do that, but perhaps I am still too much in recovery mode, particularly given my recent scuttle with my family of origin. I decided I wouldn't return for Christmas this year, and it was the best decision for me, but it also felt like a huge loss, particularly for A, I think. She has always been the reason I've returned, and I hope she'll understand why I can't do it anymore.

You have to be careful about who you let close to your heart. I'm a fan of islands.

Happy 2016!

Oh, the best laid plans. I had planned on writing everyday, but . . . as life would have it, I didn't. Now, I regret it, but I'm vowing to start again.

I love blogging, but maybe not always, so on days I don't blog, I'm going to online journal, reflect in a private way on my life experience, as a still newly-married woman in a second marriage with step kids. This is a far more challenging relationship than I expected. I should have known better, but no one can really prepare you for the feelings you experience when you are in this position. It feels like an ongoing conflict that you have no hope of resolving. I've coped by disengaging, as many other stepmothers on various forums have advised. Now, I live in a separate residence, across a river from my "beloved" and his kids. It makes it easier. It is more like a long term affair, something that Harriet Lerner described in one of her books on motherhood as perhaps the best possible option for stepmothers. I agree. Living with my partner and his children feels far too much like I'm a despised outsider. I no longer want to be in that position.

Instead, A and I can live here, alone, creating our own family rituals. This is how it will be. It isn't as I imagined. It is far less than I hoped for, but that's what is. I can only accept or reject it. I choose not to reject it . . . yet. I may change my mind someday if some other option presents itself, but for now, I'm resigned to this half-life. Another half-life. It seems that is all I've ever seen on offer.