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Mr. Apsie Writer: Day One on Solo Planet

     I woke this morning to find an email from my husband.  He wrote this for me to post to my blog.  He says that since he is away he would like to add his days on solo planet along with mine.  So here goes…

Day 1 on the solo planet.

 

Captains log:

 

     It’s the first day of travel for this training. After a rocky start of almost no sleep due to baby aspire writer not to mention my colossal faux-pas of leaving my own luggage home I finally made it to the airport and got on my plane.

 

     I starved most of the day because for some reason our finances are an atrocity right now and of course this last minute training didn’t fall on a pay week.

 

     My medication wore off and I was literally trapped in this tiny United airway bullet with wings on it sandwiched like a sardine between two other people because mu job wouldn’t pay for premium seating so I couldn’t reach my knapsack to get another pill so my head felt like it was going to split down the middle.

 

     I kept jumping from time zone to time zone so every time I thought oh I’m almost there…I wasn’t. For some reason this really played havoc with my kind and the day seemed to drag by with no end in sight. I couldn’t keep in touch with my wife on the plane which bothered me deeply. I have been on edge knowing that I was so far away from her and the boys and that I couldn’t just come home if she needed me.

 

     Don’t get me wrong my wife is the most capable person I know…inkstand in awe of her mental ability…and she has a capacity for love and loyalty which boggles my mind. But me having to leave has really put her in a rough place. And it’s not fair that I get a chance to go away for training when i at least get to go out every day to work and she continues to be trapped at home in a state where everyone professes to be so friendly but only if you go to their church and make so much money and have this car and are on this such rung of the social ladder.

 

     Being born and bred in Brooklyn. NY. (Home of the best food on earth)…and the most real people…we are still in shock even after so many years here that people can live like this. Back home people were much friendlier. And if we did t know you we didn’t know you hut if you were neighbors at least you knew something of your neighbor and spoke to them when you saw them.

My wife is trapped where we are. We have no friends here and in the long time we’ve been here almost no one has reached out to try to try and get to know us. And those who have just couldn’t understand our Yankee ways. Our kids don’t get invited to parties by classmates….we don’t go to a local church…our Aspie household is an island of loneliness most days. We don’t have a baby sitter and down here even the teenagers are obsessed. With money so hiring one to sit our three little terrorist I mean children…can cost more money than a date night itself.

 

     I know my wife is miserable and most days we have nowhere to go even on the weekends my kids have become house hermits…and are always inside getting on my wife’s last nerve with the constant bickering. I wish I could’ve brought her with me. I miss my Aspie wife. She is my best friend and I wish she were here with me now.

 

Sent from my Kindle Fire

Mr. Aspie writer

 

Jeannie Davide-Rivera

Jeannie is an award-winning author, the Answers.com Autism Category Expert, contributes to Autism Parenting Magazine, and the Thinking Person's Guide to Autism. She lives in New York with her husband and four sons, on the autism spectrum.

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