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Please read the rules before joining the discussion. The popular narrative about autism is one of, at best, inconvenience and awkwardness and, at worst, horror and tragedy. We’d like to think that we live in more enlightened times, but we don’t. So, as an autistic, you can imagine my rather pleasant surprise about Amy Schumer’s latest Netflix comedy special, “Growing.

Schumer married her husband, accomplished chef Chris Fischer, in February 2018. I fell madly in love with him. His apparent inability to lie is one of his autistic traits that makes him a good husband. Going public with autism is personalI’m delighted that she’s using her fame to promote the positive side of autism, but not all of us who are in the neurodiversity movement appreciated her public comments about Fischer.

Non-autistics often claim to speak for us, whether that is our parents, romantic partners or clinicians and supposed experts. This is dehumanizing and can be traumatizing. But being on the spectrum has made me a better husband. I have a disability everyone can see. My bipolar friend who died by suicide did not. But Schumer seems to have handled it correctly. In her case, she had her husband’s permission to publicly disclose his autism.

We both wanted to talk about it because it’s been totally positive. I think a lot of people resist getting diagnosed, and even some of their children, because of the stigma that comes along with it. My career has been all about sharing my ideas in the public sphere. I’m a cybersecurity blogger and, although I don’t get too personal in those venues, I definitely write about my personal life in other parts of the internet.

I’ve been candid about the cathartic process of being diagnosed with autism at age 35. I also tweet a lot about my loving boyfriend, Jason. I’m goth and he’s a heavy metal musician. And we wear our dark subcultural costumes in our ordinary lives, every single day. We look like we have a lot in common, and we do. But Jason, as brilliant and eccentric as he is, is obviously non-autistic. At social gatherings I often try to urge him to socialize for the both of us.

Being grateful for autismI didn’t have my autism diagnosis when we fell in love, even though Asperger’s Syndrome was suspected of me throughout my adolescence. For all he could tell, I was just a quirky, delightfully weird, studious nerd of a goth chick. Being autistic isn’t a defect, it is another way of being. In my own case, when Jason felt under the weather earlier this year, I spontaneously dropped by his place with a shopping bag full of over-the-counter remedies from the drugstore and his favorite Canada Dry ginger ale. I encourage his music career and I even listen to his music on Spotify when I miss him. But when he takes me to a heavy metal concert, I have to take frequent breaks outside to help deal with my sensory overstimulation from the loud noise.