@StillBaffled my DH varies in whether he considers himself ASD or not.
He is more PDA in presentation as he can be very charming and funny - but any amount of socialising at all wipes him out for days, he is enormously rigid, and often finds it hard to understand the bigger picture of what anyone says to him because he focuses on tiny irrelevant details.
He is extremely low energy, his life revolves entirely around his (very typically autistic) special interests, his executive function is shockingly bad - if he were older you’d swear he had early stage dementia - and when he’s able to force himself to do something he doesn’t 100% actively want to do, he is subversively compliant, does it in a half arsed or really irritating way, or ruins it for everyone by being a total sulky moany shit.
Remaining in work is very hard for him. Collaboration is very hard for him. Everyone else is an idiot, everyone else is doing things wrong. He resents every second he has to spend doing something that might conceivably benefit anyone else.
He is convinced I’m ASD because I ask him to leave the kitchen if he’s neither going to pitch in with the housework nor have a conversation with me.
I’ve explained to him a thousand times why it’s depressing as fuck to spend an hour cleaning and tidying around a man who’s just sat there staring slack jawed at his phone.
I’ve asked him directly to do household tasks and he finds reasons why he can’t, or says he’ll do them and then doesn’t, or he goes into a thunderous mood. The only way to keep myself from basically wringing his neck is to make a rule: no sitting there doing fuck all while I’m clearing up YOUR fucking dinner dishes. Go read the internet elsewhere, on your own.
DH thinks sitting there ignoring me while I tidy up after him is keeping me company or being sociable or spending time together.
And because I don’t revel in the companionable silence while I’m cracking on single-handedly with the housework he refuses to engage with, it apparently means I have social communication deficits.
In his case I think it’s equalising behaviour: you think I’m autistic? Well you’re even more autistic, and you can do my fucking dishes while you’re at it.
I’ve unfollowed all the smiley happy PDA advocacy people on social media recently as I can no longer kid myself that it’s not a deeply shitty thing to live with someone who needs to be ‘above’ other people all the time, and is never to be able to do the simplest thing anyone wants or needs from him. I don’t doubt that life is hard for him - but it’s also fucking hard for me, dragging him kicking and screaming through adult life.