Been with my husband almost 20 years, he's in the process of being assessed for autism but waiting lists are long.
I have a disability myself, I am not here to autism-bash, but would really appreciate speaking to anyone else who has been through similar.
When I met him we were early 20s and full of energy. He was always introverted, but open to new experiences.
Having kids seem to really beat it out of him, he is his own entire world, he wakes up in the morning and thinks of himself. Never able to put himself in other's shoes, which I get does not come naturally to him. But also never, ever wants to try.
My poor kids are teens now and don't see him as a parent, they say he lives in his own bubble.
Things got dramatically worse since lockdown. He moved to working full time from home. Never left the house. No hobbies. Not interested in engaging with DC and became actively snappy and rude with them all the time.
Never took any feedback on any of this, just gaslighted and would say 'you do that, too' if I raised anything.
Every single evening he came downstairs and watched the same shows on repeat, a ridiculous volume through to speaker system he had set up in our lounge to suit him. It was like his own private cinema room. Except it was supposed to be our family lounge. No one could go in there. I told him so many times how awful it was for us, he'd wear headphones for a few days then go back to it.
Didn't come to be because half the time he'd pass out drunk in front of the telly. Lived in his own little world.
All came to a head when eldest (16) said she hated living with him and her (diagnosed) anxiety was because he was so intolerable to live with.
I asked him to leave, he tried to fight it making empty promises about all the ways he would change - all the things I'd been asking him to change for years, that he would just ignore. Simple things like doing an activity with the kids or turning the TV off and letting someone else use the lounge.
How his behaviour has affected the kids is the final straw so I said no.
He now lives peacefully in his own little house. Has given up drinking, looks after himself, cooks healthy food and cleans. All the stuff he wouldn't do for his family. Doesn't have regular contact with the kids, sees them as and when it suits himself. Which is pretty much never. Still can't be bothered to plan in quality time.
I'm 45, facing the rest of my life alone (I have no family except the kids), raising two (probably autistic, one is being assessor the other doesn't want to) teens and wondering how the hell I ended up here.
I realise he was autistic about ten years ago and made so many allowances for it and bent myself in so many difficult ways in order to not stress him.
I don't know what to make of how things have ended. Just feel numb.
Can't ever conceive of another relationship. There seems no point, I'll only be let down again.