Like many, I came to appreciate my H’s Aspie-ness after our son was dx’ed.
When we dated I had to convince H to take off every other weekend for, you know, fun. As the child of immigrants who came to the US penniless, he was programmed for an intensity of effort and drive for success that I’d never encountered before. I got him into fitness and he ran his first marathon with me. He now runs 3-4 marathons annually.
Whatever he puts his mind to do, he does with zealotry.
In the early days of our marriage I found that I needed to coach him on professionalism basics. Don’t put angry stuff in emails. Chains of command exist for a reason. Give people a heads up, don’t blindside. I chalked up his “offness” at office politics to being first generation.
Anyway, we both worked hard and had a great life. We traveled, we exercised, we went to cultural events, we bought an apartment in a school zone researched with military precision.
When we welcomed S1, life got very different and a different H emerged. S2 came along 18 months later.
Had we two neurotypical kids, I think we would have all suffered through the disruptiveness of baby/toddler years then settled into a school-aged kids routine. Maybe not, but I think so. There are a lot of supports where we live for two working parents, expensive but doable on two good incomes. For ten years and two months we tried to make it all work. Nannies, housekeepers, after school programs, mommy helpers, therapists.
S1 is (very much) not neurotypical. I’ve posted a lot here about him (he is now 11). Kicked out of four different schools by age 10 and profoundly gifted (Davidson). Years 2ish to 9ish were hell. I mean pure, laboratory-grade existential parenting hell.
The emotional stress was WAY too much for H. We picked things to focus our battles on, but really the entire situation was utterly unsustainable for him.
At first I was mad. I thought he was being selfish for putting his career over helping our kid. But perhaps like other posters I came to appreciate that H simply could not function outside of a certain zone of managed control. And an explosive Aspie young child is normalcy antimatter.
Those 10 years were like waves pounding surf, knocking you down over and over, your mouth full of sand and your eyes stinging with salt. But I kept getting back up, thinking this time…
Until I quit.
First I planned to go part time and got comfortable with that. Then I decided just to fully quit. It was like a switch, the change. I took all of my project management skills (I managed projects for scientists, and am trained as one) and applied them to managing our life. H was cut loose from any parenting duties. We call it carte blanche. He has unlimited work travel (where once I insisted on some limits) which for a tenured full professor in medicine means A LOT of travel, probably 1-2 weeks per month. Unlimited office hours. Unlimited weekend working. No household chores, no checking in, no ETA. Nada. He comes home mostly after 9pm, after working and a run.
Free from “forced” parenting and rigid schedules (be home by X, don’t travel more than Y) THE KIDS SEE A HAPPIER FATHER. Isn’t that better than parents screaming at each other every night? We just came back from weeklong holiday someplace sunny and fun and apart from the final day when his nerves were a fried from being around tween boys 24/7, it was a delight.
(I am also finding with S1 that you cannot lead the horse to drink. For the aficionados ABA is disastrous but CBT works. S1 has to decide he wants to improve some skill then he puts his all into it. If he does not agree that something is a good idea, external rewards are meaningless. No effect. S1 is gonna S1. This is why schooling can be so disastrous. I maintain that the most important thing he has in his life is his passion. So my job is to first and foremost protect that passion. And next to help him see what steps he needs to take and what skills he needs to acquire to fully realize his passion. Especially them pesky social skills.)
I realize the longer I stay out of the workforce the harder it will be to reenter. I am aware that I’m not contributing to my 401k. I know that if H ever left me, I’d have a hard time. But it was too awful. Yes I’m under-challenged. I have to figure out how to create a satisfying life for myself. I feel like I’m wasting my doctorate. We will never be the couple we were before. But I cannot see how it would work otherwise, in the here and now, with this H and this S1.
I was in therapy for a year and I came out deciding the glass is completely full of air and water.