I'm struggling so much with my Aspergers husband. I love him, I miss him when he's not there... but I'm so depressed about how things are. I can't ask him to change, I know that. I've changed though to accommodate (stopped socialising, stopped cooking (it was non-recipe and he hated that), I've shouldered all the practicalities of having a flat, running a (joint) business, raising a child... I've stopped hiking, climbing and riding because he's not interested yet he doesn't like me going alone... etc etc).
I'm a shadow of my old self. I grew up with a mother with serious mental issues and was a carer for her since age 9. I feel I've been forced into that position again, when I really want emotional support, fun and laughter.
I don't really want to get into an NT / AS debate. I just need some support because it's so so isolating. No-one understands, they just laugh and say 'oh, aren't all men like that?'. Trivialises it.
I was a virgin til i met him. He has sex in a very mechanical way. I've never climaxed ever. I've asked him to do a bit of foreplay to help but he's not interested, doesn't get the point... I've stopped sleeping with him and he's sad about that but I never got anything out of it. I didn't feel loved or close or aroused... I felt nothing but aching sadness that I was just something to fill a need, not someone with needs of my own.
He's never bought me a bunch of flowers despite me saying so often that I'd love it if he did. He's never planned a romantic meal out or weekend away, or even an non-romantic one. I did them in the early days and now I don't bother.
Of course I can't change him. But I'm screaming inside. I can't shout at hom for something he can't help, but I cry at the unfairness. His life is obsessively following his one interest - vintage film equipment. We both work in the film industry so it was hidden just how dominating that interest was until much later. He literally has 9 tons of obsolete film equipment. I know this because I help him move it whenever we move house (we freelance so have moved at least once a year). I'm destitute because we have to rent a huge warehouse to store it in... he will never throw any of it away. And buys more all the time.
Sorry this is long. I'm just so so desperate for advice, for something to change... I feel resentful... And I know its not his fault.