Long time lurker here. I’m so grateful to everyone on this thread (and the preceding ones) for sharing their experiences.
I’ve been married nearly 20 years to DH who is ASD / PDA.
Coming up soon are Mother’s Day and my birthday, which DH will forget / ignore. Which I could deal with, except I’m finding it a bit stressful trying to decide whether to remind him (which, however indirectly and gently I do it, is likely to set off some sort of rejection sensitivity shitstorm where he will feel criticised, micromanaged, patronised etc etc) or just let it go, which runs the risk of his noticing any birthday cards that arrive from my family, and feeling that I have somehow passive-aggressively set him up to look like ‘the bad guy’ by not reminding him. Any time he is conspicuous in his thoughtlessness it is somehow my fault for making him look bad.
Last year we ignored Mother’s Day - DH doesn’t put himself in the way of anything that would alert him to the fact that Mother’s Day even exists - though he gets this furious face on him if DS brings me home something from school for Mother’s Day - again I think because he imagines I have hidden from him that it’s coming, to make him look bad.
And we’ve been able to have some fairly frank conversations about his not seeing the point of birthdays - and he really can’t be bothered about his own, though makes an effort for DS’s (though he never remembers the date) which is sweet. But I told him it was important to me that our DS sees me having the same kinds of celebrations as DS and DH do, so that he understands that women / mothers / wives are equal people, equally worthy of celebration. DH said this was a good point (!), and that he’d get me a cake, and a present if I sent him a link for something I wanted. I sent him a link (for a cafetière - nothing fancy), but he didn’t get around to ordering it. And he forgot the cake. So I went out on the day to the shops and bought myself a present, a cake, a card and some wrapping paper, and gave them all to DH.
But he came over all moody and awkward, refused to wrap the present (‘what’s the point?’) and he just wrote his name in the card. No ‘Happy Birthday’, no ‘love from’.
I’m just dreading it this year. There seems no way for it to be OK. I’m not even sad, I just feel so fucked off that the fact I have a birthday at all ends up being perceived as an act of aggression against him.
This is absolutely PDA, by the way, not deliberate manipultive behaviour. Which almost makes it worse. It would be such a relief to be able to say, yeah, he’s a raging narcissist, total cunt, I’m leaving. But he is a well-meaning, very bewildered person with debilitating executive function impairments and a tremendously superficial grasp on the mechanics of human relationships who just cannot fucking cope with day-to-day adult life or anything that places an expectation on him.
How did I end up here? I can’t leave because he’d be a disaster to co-parent with. He never knows where his bank cards are. He forgets to feed our DS if I’m out for the evening. He has been known to lose his shoes and think this was a normal thing to have happen, and a totally reasonable justification for missing a long-awaited hospital appointment. I feel total despair.