I grew up in a Trekkie (yes, it’s a word and a thing) household, and while I can honestly say that while I never watched an entire episode, I did catch glimpses of Captain Kirk and his faithful sidekick, Mr. Spock saving the day (and a few alien damsels in distress) throughout the galaxy in their spandex underwear. I was team Kirk. I found Mr. Spock at best odd, standoffish and humorless.
Fast forward many years, and despite a personal preference for the Captain Kirks of this world, here I am, married to Mr. Spock.
I am Neurotypical or NT. Mr. Spock has Asperger’s Syndrome (often referred to as “Aspie”), and we’re married. For better or worse, depending on the day. We’re different, ridiculously so, in how we interact with each other and the world. It’s true that most NT/Aspie marriages don’t work – I’ve done the research, and the statistics are dismal – and probably for good reason. Being married to a person who has a hard time with social skills, interpersonal communication, empathetic understanding, or flexibility of thought is complex on good days and near impossible on bad days.
Here’s what I do know, for now, I’d rather figure this out than not. And, the figuring out has become a very personal journey of me, him, and us. It’s not perfect. It’s not easy – in fact – it’s harder than it should be. But, it does have its moments. This blog is about those moments.
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