"Many of you seem to echo my thoughts - that our partners are not mean, horrible people. However the effects on us are extreme."
This sums it up for me too. And the whole dilemma of our situations: the people we love, or loved are otherwise lovely people!
I read this morning an analogy that hit me over the head which, for me, ties in with this.
It was that when a parent finds out their child is diagnosed with ASC/Aspergers, it's like they were on route to a long-awaited holiday in Italy, but got diverted to Holland. The thinking being that the two are different, but both great, however if you spend your time in Holland wishing you were seeing the colosseum and eating great gelato, you'd miss out on the tulips and canals and windmills. It then goes on to say that the difference for the family of someone with undiagnosed Aspergers - which is where this is relevant for me, because the majority of my relationship has been with someone who was undiagnosed and I relate 100% to this description and see it in the family context too - is that the Italy trip is diverted to Holland. However, once there, the partner with Aspergers denies it's Holland and tells you it's Italy. And so do all the tour guides, shop keepers, strangers you ask for directions. Everybody tells you it's Italy. You try to tell them it's really Holland, but everybody, very confidently and with conviction, tells you you're wrong, it's Italy. In the end, you feel you're losing your mind.
It ends there, but for me I would go on to say that when I couldn't understand why I couldn't see it was Italy, when everybody else could and was telling me it was, especially my partner, I started doubting everything I thought. If I couldn't recognise something so basic, there must be a major fault in my own thinking. It took a LONG time with a one-on-one therapist to realise that I was really in Holland. And the sad thing about this is, that had people agreed with me that I was in Holland, not said I was in Italy, there was a chance that I could have really appreciated Holland. It's hard to appreciate and learn more about canals and windmills and tulips when you're being told they're not there. And this is why there is a problem for my (and only my, obviously I'm ONLY talking about my situation, not saying it's the same in every household with an Aspergers parent...) children, because they are growing up being told they're in Italy too, with me trying to point out that they're right, we're in Holland, but not in a way that provides more conflict with their father. I need them to see that Holland exists, what they see and feel is right, but that their father, as lovely as he truly is, sees Italy when he looks around. I am doing my best but I have very real concerns, which I've seen echoed elsewhere, that this can really cause problems for children later on. The psychologist I've approached about it (but who didn't have space to take us on, rather annoyingly) has agreed with me. Obviously, again, she was only talking about my family situation, nobody else's.
I found this analogy in a book called Aspergers Syndrome and Adults..Is Anybody Listening? I'll read some more before I recommend it or not, but it really struck home.