I met my husband on the bus in 10th grade. While I never figured we'd ever date, we did quickly become friends. After a while, we did begin dating. He had broken up with me to date someone else, but we stayed friends. However, upon being verbally abused by a girl who ridiculed him for "being weird", he realized that, of all the girls he dated, I was the ONLY one who didn't hold his differences against him. If anything, I had accepted his differences, even admired them. He didn't like being touched, but he was so intelligent and thought outside of the box in such a way that'd leave you in awe. He couldn't process too many noises, but with his music, he could express himself in such a way that hit you right in the heart. It didn't take long after he broke up with me to realize how much he really did love me, and shortly afterwards, we were back together.
After dating for a couple of years, we finally got engaged and are now married with two kids; another on the way. I'm baffled at how far he's come!
Where touching was a no-no when we first started dating, he's now a cuddle bug! Where he avoided heavy socializing, he's now more social than I am! Working was assumed impossible for him six years ago; he's now working so I can be home with the kids, taking prominent steps towards being an electrician with mastery in mind. He still gets overwhelmed with too many noises, but he's filtering better so that he can process more.
And me?
I've learned patience. I've learned to communicate successfully with him in an understanding way. I learned his brute honesty isn't an attack, but an expression. I learned that beautiful things can come from what other's consider a handicap. Foremost, I learned that anything that seems impossible can be overcome. My husband is the biggest inspiration in my life and I count myself lucky to have him, Aspergers and all. He's an amazing, caring father and I'm proud of him.
Windsor, PA
