I only realised in the last few years that my mum is on the spectrum. A RL friend suggested it and the penny dropped. Her brother is very definitely on the spectrum, I don't know why I didn't see it before, it's so obvious really.
It has made me reassess a lot of things.
The knowledge has made me massively more sympathetic to my mum. When I was growing up thought she didn't love me and we clashed awfully. I felt a lot of resentment and anger towards her for a long time. I still have a bit I guess, but I now also feel protective towards her and less rejected by her.
My mum's not particularly into housework, she's super intelligent, one of the smartest people I've ever met. She had a high-flying job, a very responsible, senior position and her work was her passion.
She doesn't do small talk. She will talk about the subjects that interest her. She's so smart and on the ball though, it's hard to keep up. She's not interested in my thoughts or feelings really. My friends and interests - outside of academic persuits - were of no real interest to her. If you'd asked her my friends' names at 14, she would have been hard pressed to name them I think.
I remember coming home at 15 and announcing that I had a new boyfriend. She said "oh". I said "aren't you going to ask me about him?". I was frustrated and she seemed genuinely lost. She said "what am I supposed to say" I said "you're meant to want to know mum. You could ask his name and his age for a start".
We had awful screaming matches most weeks from when I was about 10 till when I left home. I now can see clearly that I just wanted her attention. She wouldn't engage with me in conversation at all and I felt deeply rejected. But in a row she would be fully focused on me, our brains working quickly together as we battled each other. These rows usually happened at the end of the day, when I felt disappointed that we had had no real contact yet again that day. I didn't consciously do it for her attention, it's just obvious now I look back.
She didn't hug me ever. She did hug my little sister though. This really hurt. But now I understand that she's a creature of habit, and she likes to put things in boxes. I think my sister, as the youngest, got put in the box of "the one who likes cuddles" and it simply never occured to her that I might like one too.
She was very critical and rarely praised me.
As a teen and young adult I was desperate to be loved and although outwardly very confident, I was actually very insecure and needy, and I had very poor ideas of boundaries or how to look after myself. I had very unhealthy relationshops incuding two abusive ones.
Sorry for the essay! But it's good to get it out. It's something I've only become aware of in recent years and I haven't had much of a chance to talk about it.