these past few weeks, i (20f) have been researching autism in adult women. i have been having a harder time doing everything i used to do that makes me feel like im functioning. what really turned my attention to autism is a breakdown i had.
all my life, i have had episodes where i feel so overwhelmed i hurt myself. i didnt live in an ideal environment as a child, so when i moved out last year, i thought i would be okay. until a few weeks ago when i accidentally ran a lipbalm my boyfriend got me through the dryer.
i genuinely freaked the fuck out, harder than i have in years. i dont remember what else happened before the breakdown that morning but i ended up bruising both of my arms and my stomach. autism or not,, i shouldnt still be having these issues.
all of the autism tests i have taken scored high enough for me to know i at least should treat myself like im autistic to see what helps me mentally.
anyways, the tomato soup that has me pissed off. its literally been an entire year of me bugging my boyfriend about wanting to eat grilled cheese and tomato soup. i was even pregnant at one point this year and i never got the fucking soup and sandwich i was craving.
finally, last night, the stars aligned and everything was set for the dinner i wanted. until i started puking. i went to lay down with the lights off, and my boyfriend kept asking me to turn the light on while he ran in and out of the room. we have a lamp, i would have preferred the lamp, i even started crying from the big light and he just kept fucking bothering me. i did not communicate to him what i needed in that moment, so im not really upset about him doing it, im just more upset he is so thoughtless.
my boyfriend has been talking about this tomato soup he makes for this entire year we have lived together, did not let me buy the premade soup i wanted, and reassured me he would make the soup. i have been preparing for this so hard, i was looking forward to this since we bought groceries last week.
while he was in the kitchen, i heard him call me all crazy style. like i legit ran out there thinking something happened to the cat. turns out, he made the soup and used like 16oz of heavy whipping cream in a soup meant to serve THREE people!!! so it tasted like tomato milk. i told him it was fixable, and to blend another can of tomatoes then stir it together. everyone makes mistakes right? i cant be mad about that. i was upset it happened, but whatever.
i never got my tomato soup and grilled cheese, i just kept puking. no assistance offered from my boyfriend, only from our friend who was staying the night. my bf asked me ONCE if i want a grilled cheese and speedwalked away after he heard me say no. but i wanted to say “no, not right now, but i really really want some.”
my boyfriend ate, watched youtube with our friend so loud my head was pounding, and then came to bed, went to sleep. i was up for at least four hours after him just continuously puking. this morning, i feel so much better. i woke up being excited knowing i could have my special dinner tonight!!
oh!! only its sitting on the stove!!! right fucking there all night!!!! i asked “what happened?” and i got told they fell asleep right after cooking. I HEARD THEM WATCHING YOUTUBE FOR AN HOUR. i just dumped the whole pot of tomato soup down the drain crying.
i dont feel at risk for breaking down right now, but it just makes me think about how hard its going to be to cognitively navigate these situations in life to avoid it. im so mad at my boyfriend, and i dont even know if i can trust my emotions to be valid. fucking tomato soup. thats all i wanted.