“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” – Carl Jung
Yes, autistic people have partners and have children. Autistic people can and do get married. Being autistic does not mean a person won’t have romantic connections with other people. Some autistic people find it easy to be in romantic relationships and some might struggle. Struggling in relationships is not solely restricted to autistic people. Lots of people with different neurologies have relationship struggles. Being autistic and/or having autistic children DOES NOT increase the chances of divorce. This is a misconception that just won’t die. The myth is that the divorce rate in families with autism is 80%. This is not true! The myth has been debunked!
Researchers in Baltimore investigated the supposed 80 percent divorce rate for parents of a child with autism spectrum disorder (ASD). Unlike other studies, this one was particularly large – using data from almost 78,000 parents, 913 of whom had a child with autism – and included families from across the United States. The bigger the study, the less likely the results are due to chance or something unique about the pool of people studied. The researchers, from Kennedy Krieger Institute and Johns Hopkins University, found no evidence of an 80 percent divorce rate.
In fact, parents of children with autism split up as often as parents of children who don’t have autism, according to their research. In this study, about two-thirds of the children lived with their two biological or adoptive parents. That was true whether the children had autism or not. The severity of a child’s autism symptoms had no effect on the likelihood that parents would go their separate ways.
I am autistic, and, yes, I was once married. My divorce was not caused by my neurology nor was it caused by the neurology of my children. I was in an abusive marriage, which I have written a lot about. My ex has tried to blame my neurology as to why he did the things he did, but it really came down to him using projection and refusing to take responsibility for his actions.
Here is a list of a few of my previous posts about my abusive marriage:
- Invisible Scars – A Tale of Emotional Abuse – Posted on June 9, 2014
- Trauma Does Not Define You – Posted on August 26, 2018
- Abuse and Its Many Forms – Posted on October 29, 2018
- Moving from Surviving to Healing – Posted on June 30, 2019
Now that I got that out of the way, I want to address a different topic – dating. The last time I was dating anyone was when I was in my twenties. Dating in the mid to late 90s was very different compared to today. For one thing, there was no social media yet. According to the Complete History of Social Media: Then And Now, the first recognizable social media site, Six Degrees, was created in 1997. It enabled users to upload a profile and make friends with other users. In 1999, the first blogging sites became popular. I didn’t even know this until just now when I looked it up. This wasn’t a platform I had access to. I didn’t have a cell phone until after my daughter was born, which would have been in early 2001. Texting was still in its infancy at this point. There was no YouTube, or SnapChat, or Facebook. There was no Twitter, or Instagram, or Tumblr. Myspace wasn’t even around yet. The World Wide Web became available in 1991, but to access it you had to dial into it through the phone line. There were no dating apps. No one used the word “apps”. Meeting and staying connected to people was very different when I was in my 20s. A person had to either be “fixed up” with someone by a third party or you had to meet a person somewhere and talk to them face-to-face and decide if you want to see this person again. I know, weird, right?
Here we are in the year 2019 and I am now in my 40s. I am a single mom to two older teenagers. I hadn’t had much dating experience prior to being married and for much of my adult life I had been in a toxic, abusive situation that resulted in me developing Complex-PTSD as well as both my children developing symptoms of PTSD. My ex left seven years ago and the divorce officially happened five years ago. Seven years is a long time. On average, a person in an abusive relationship will attempt to leave 7 times before finally leaving for good. I was no different. I was trauma bonded to my ex and a trauma bond is very difficult to break. My ex came back after the first three years. It didn’t last, because after a while he fell back into his abusive behavior patterns. I hadn’t dated anyone that whole seven years, that is, until now.
Let me tell you, dating in your 40s with children is weird! Dating as an autistic woman with Complex-PTSD makes it so much more difficult and scary. It is a whole different landscape these days, and, luckily, my counselor has been helping navigate. My children have been providing a lot of encouragement as well. Yes, my two autistic teenagers who have never dated anyone are helping their mother figure out how to date in this modern age.
When I first entered the dating realm in my 20s, I didn’t know I was autistic. I didn’t know that I was developmentally delayed. I didn’t understand my sensory needs. I hadn’t been exposed to what a healthy relationship was like. I knew I didn’t want to get married until after I finished college, but I did date. Having children was also very important to me. My biological clock went off long before I was ready to get married. What ended up happening was that I married what I knew. The skills I had acquired growing up prepared me to live in a toxic marriage.
I knew how to navigate a situation like that. I knew how to survive. My adaptive skills that I had acquired growing up as an undiagnosed autistic child served me well. It got me to where I am today. Those skills kept me alive, but I didn’t know how to live. I am very good at surviving, but I found myself at a loss when it came to actually living my life without being in a constant state of fight/flight/freeze/fawn.
I needed to unlearn my old adaptive skills first before I could relearn new healthier adaptive skills that would allow me to successfully be in a healthy relationship. This process of unlearning and relearning takes time and it is not necessarily a smooth transition, especially since it requires a person to process layers of trauma that caused the old adaptive skills to develop in the first place. This process left me in a sort of grey zone of not knowing what to do or expect when I finally did meet a man I wanted to date.
This void, if you will, is very anxiety provoking. As an autistic person, I need routine and predictability. Even if it was toxic, I knew how to navigate in my old life. That old life was “home” to me, but I didn’t want that “home” anymore. I wanted to know what it was like to be in a healthy relationship. That required change and change is scary, particularly for an autistic person. I couldn’t make the change happened without help. The hurdle was too large for me to get over without assistance. That is why I went back into counseling after 12 years when I was first diagnosed with PTSD.
During the time I have been in trauma therapy and unlearning and relearning adaptive skills, I joined a dating app. My counselor encouraged me and I felt it was time. This dating app matched me with a gentleman that I probably would never have met on my own. Different towns, different school districts, but we have so much in common. We started chatting through the app. Then we decided to meet. That was over two months ago and our relationship has steadily progressed in a positive direction since. I am in my 40s and I officially have a boyfriend. For the first time in my dating life I feel genuinely loved for the person I am, my true autistic self. I feel accepted and seen as a person, not just seen as some extension of another person to be used as they saw fit. It is an amazing feeling, but I still struggle with trust. This struggle comes from being a domestic abuse survivor. I am working on learning how to trust again, taking things slow, and enjoying every moment of it.
I don’t know what the future holds for me. I don’t know what this new experience will lead to, but I am grateful for this new man in my life. Not only is his showing me what being in a healthy relationship is like, he is also showing my children that there are good men out there, good fathers out there who do actually emotionally support their children and provide for them without being asked to.
My children’s negative memories about their father will never go away, but my hope is that this new experience can help build more positive memories for them. My children like this new man in my life. They like how he treats me. They have both told me that they don’t feel like they are walking around on eggs shells with this new man like they feel around their father. There haven’t been any red flags or warning signs that this new guy is a danger either.
My children haven’t seen their father in over a year and a half. They don’t speak to him. At this point, their father still represents a danger. He caused so much damage, but tries to pretend like everything is fine and everything is “normal”. This situation is not fine nor is it “normal” in anyway. This is one of the big reasons why it took me so long to get back into the dating scene. I didn’t feel safe. I didn’t know how to trust again. This new man in my life has been showing me, little by little, that I can trust again. It is a rarity for me to be able to relax around other people. I find myself relaxing with him. I feel better within myself and I like who I am when I am with him. He makes me feel pretty without doing anything. I had to learn that this is what it feels like to be respected by a romantic partner.
He doesn’t push me into things. He is patient and understanding. He shows compassion and is empathetic. He is considerate of my needs and wants to learn about my neurology. He has even asked about words he should and should not use. This is incredible to me. I have not experienced this type of situation before. He sees who I am and wants to learn more so that he can be more supportive!
I feel like a teenager again learning how to do all this romantic stuff all over again. It is confusing at times and other times it feels natural. I am a 44 year old autistic woman learning how to date again in the modern age. It is fun and thrilling and scary and tiring all at once. Thanks to the development of social media and dating apps, I have been able to experience romantic love at a level that I never have before, a healthy, respected love. Autistic people love, they have relationships, they have romantic partners, and they do get married and have children. This process might look different from the societal norms of today. It might be slower, there might be more confusion, more heartache, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.