My favorite person has Asperger's and to be so soft and cuddly, they can also be VERY INSENSITIVE.
I've been involved with this FP for about two years now, we dated for a spell before I finally realized that they are not what I am looking for romantically. Not only that, but I recognized my inability to really foster and support a healthy romantic relationship so for the time being I am letting those go. No dating, no relationships. Just friends.
My FP has experienced trauma of their own, trauma that molded them into a caretaker archetype I think. Despite having broken up, we still support each other and I am at their house often. I should also say that I show traits of co-dependency, which have also been acknowledged, but my home life is topsy turvy right now which has allowed me the excuse of spending a bit more time at their house than I usually would... and I think they also struggle with co-dependency, and I mean that in the way of them not feeling alive or useful unless being there for someone else. This has created a dangerous pattern in their past relationships, one that I am increasingly aware of.
One of my triggers is germs and the unknown world of germs. My aunt, who raised me, was particularly shaming here and would often accuse me of being gross if I didn't shower daily and this worsened as I was learning about my menstrual cycle and how to take care of myself. Fast forward to about a week ago when my FP moved into a new apartment, a space of their own after having lived with roommates for the past couple years. The previous tenet left behind all their furniture, including a pretty nice full mattress that FP decided to put on top of their own mattress. Well, I guess I missed the HUGE stain on this mattress before it was put down, because I saw it for the first time last night as we were switching out the mattresses due to an awful dip on one side. But when I saw this ugly, reddish brown stain I instantly froze up. I couldn't readily identify what this stain was and my mind started to race with thoughts of a murder, or even of someone having an accident in bed one day and being unable to clean it up. Either way, this mattress had the ugliest grossest stain on the other side of it and I wanted no parts. I backed away from the bed and stared fixedly, refusing to lay down on it. My FP, not understanding how much I was triggered I presume, oscillated between laughing at me and telling me that it wasn't a big deal. They said, "You've been sleeping on it this whole time but now that you see the stain you want to act all brand new." They were very exasperated with me, and when I motioned toward the other bed in the room (intending to sleep there instead), FP got very huffy and said something else while adding my whole first name to the end in a very curt tone.
FP invalidated me so much that I regressed. I instantly shifted back to being a child because like my aunt, FP had told me (once again) that what I was feeling wasn't that serious and that I needed to get over it and lay down. This is a hUGE trigger for me. I felt like I wasn't being heard and like all of the air was completely sucked out of the room. I stood there feet away from the bed in a trance of sorts, not only afraid of the stain but also of the tone of voice that FP used and the harshness of their words. After looking longingly at the other bed, which was covered in unpacked bags, I grudgingly went over to FP's bed and crawled in slowly like a child. I lay far from them and stared up at the ceiling; I was there but only barely. They laughed again, still not having understood what had just happened, and tried to cuddle up to me but I was like an ice block at that point, cold and unmoving. They said, "Oh, so now you're not my friend anymore?" I stared blankly at the ceiling, not having anything else to say having been so frightened and triggered. They got huffy AGAIN and turned over, making very exaggerated slow breathing sounds like I had just upset their entire night. I lay there sadly until I fell asleep and it's obviously still on my mind this am.
FP has moments like this very often..... and tone of voice is a huge trigger for me. They don't seem to be able to control their tone of voice, and I think that stems from the lack of empathy. They get VERY frustrated when I don't make sense to them and instantly sound harsh and matter of fact, which causes me to slip back into childhood as this is how my aunt treated me constantly. But it's so confusing and exhausting when this same person can be so cuddly and empathetic at other times...
When I experience times like these, I think about cutting them off altogether. I think, "Surely this is not worth me reacting to all the time like this. It can't be healthy. And I know they can't help it, but the insensitivity bothers me at LEAST once a day. As well as the self absorption, only wanting to talk about topics that interest them, always having to be right about EVERYTHING, like Jesus it's so very exhausting. Sometimes I have to hold my breath and count until the next time I think i'll be able to get a word in.....
Why am I doing this to myself? Do I feel guilty because they keep saying they can't help it? They say that I never let them say anything and I always take it the wrong way. But being able to say whatever you want doesn't mean that yr exempt from consequences! there are consequences when you've said something hurtful! there are consequences when yr tone of voice intimidates someone else, even when u don't mean it! I feel like it's hard for me to FEEL with my FP because they just don't understand it a lot of the time. I'm sad. I want to be understood. I want my fears to be met sensitively and without harshness. I don't hate them or Aspberger's, I just wish this wasn't so hard.