Yesterday, my aspie spouse started yelling at me in the car. What started the argument was, of course, my fault.
Because I'm a total idiot. Mainly, because I have feelings. And (cardinal sin that it is), I tried to share said feelings.
So stupid of me!
Will I never learn? Obviously not.
No matter how much brilliant and helpful how-to-speak-to-an-aspie-knowledge I store in this noggin of mine, my natural, God-created heart will vomit out my feelings via this mouthpiece of mine that can't seem to stay shut. Or to remember the "rules." Great rules, yes. But are they always there in an argument? Nope.
So, don't feel like a failure when the tips, tricks, and rules are forgotten and feelings spew out.
Take a deep breath. And get out of the argument as fast as you can. Any way that you can.
Know what I did yesterday? When he was yelling at me? And I was stuck in a car? (Normally, I drive. Again, I was a complete idiot yesterday and forgot to insist on driving myself.)
I got out. In the middle of an intersection. At a red light. In the middle of traffic.
And I started walking.
I had no plan other than to just get away from him. Because he will no longer be allowed to treat me that way. To speak to me that way. To YELL at me.
I walked several blocks. Home was about five miles away. And I was willing to walk all the way, around dangerous, sidewalk-less curves.
Maybe I would've called a friend. Or in a momentary bout of insanity, accepted a ride from a stranger (a female stranger, only, though). I guess I could always call a cab. And charge the bill to his credit card. Ha! Now THAT would get his attention.
Well, he pulled up beside me, completely shell-shocked. Where am I going? I am going home. I am not spending the day with you. I am not joining you on the plans we had for the day. I am going home. If you will take me straight there without talking, I will get in the car. Otherwise, I will find another way home.
And he drove me home. Where I locked myself in the bedroom for the rest of the day. (*Another life-saving tip: get a doorknob with a lock to which you have the only key!)
At the end of the night, my aspie quietly and humbly apologized for not listening to my concerns. Yes, my aspie has come a very, very long way. Apologizing for "not listening to my concerns" would never have happened the first umpteen years of our marriage. These days, however, my aspie can actually be pretty darn awesome. I thank God for that. For getting us help. For couples counseling, and therapy, and a diagnosis, and answered prayers.
Keep praying. Forgive him, and forgive yourself for all the times you mess up and OOPS! share your feelings. Use consequences. It can get better. It can, it can, it can. But it will never be easy. It will never be over. Aspergers will always be there as a trial for you both to fight your way through, learning, growing, and becoming better and stronger because of it.
God is good. God is in control. God gave him this. God gave you this. And He will provide a way for you both.