Everyone in our family is ASD and sometimes our vagaries conflict.
For example, here I am in tears cooking bloody pasta yet again because the DC won't eat anything else and feeling like a failure as a mother because in my head the rule is that you must feed your children varied and nutritious food and if you do not, you have failed. It's not the DCs' fault that they are how they are but I still feel cross because I used to like cooking and now I dread it.
It could be the planning. I am dyspraxic too which seems especially cruel. My brain demands routine and order but is utterly incapable of imposing any.🙄
I guess I am just rambling here hoping maybe someone will understand or relate.