I Have To Keep Trying
'I continued my job at the clinic doing in-home therapy with children. During a staff meeting, a family new to the clinic was discussed. They had waited 6 months to get a spot in with our therapists and psychiatrist. They had a little girl, about 3 years old, whom they had adopted from Ukraine. They were desperate for help, and actively seeking a new family for her. I shared an office with her therapist and she told me of the extreme withdrawal, refusal to speak and overwhelming sadness in the little girl. I approached my husband right away about the possibilities. He needed to think. A lot. For a long time. Which was smart, but I am not all that patient a person.
My partner and I are both diagnosed autistics. We are a couple of two people who are supposedly incapable of having relationships.We don't do things the "normal" way. We met online, at a certain autism website. We had some difficulties in knowing how to touch each other at first, though we now do it all the time. Our idea of a great date often involves going to bookstores. We have silly repeated phrases, usually involving our cat, that we repeat to each other many times a day.And yes, there are difficulties. We are both disabled and trying to live semi-independently together. Sometimes this is very, very hard.