I asked my S.O (significant other) what to write about. It was rhetorical but he said I should write about how wonderful my husband is. Isn’t he handsome?
I appreciate the things he does. With me being on the spectrum I know I make his life difficult on so many levels. I do believe though that he would rather me as I am, honest. Which, I could talk about him, and one day I will but today, I am going to talk about the thing I believe keeps us in good standing. Honesty.
Honesty…. taking a slight detour here to talk about my autism. I am honest. I used to pride myself on being the person any one could trust to tell the truth. About 8 yrs ago I found out that my extreme honesty was actually a symptom (for lack of a better word I can find) of my autism. I was hurt by this. I thought it was a character trait of me. It is so ingrained in me to be honest. My Mom, spent a lot of time teaching me to value the truth. To this day, if she buys, cooks or in any way tried to do something nice for me, and I don’t like it, I just tell her the truth. She taught me that if you tell the truth then you won’t get the same crap again. If you lie, oh I love this meal, yummy! You will most definitely get it again.
I hate being lied to. Another thing I inherited with this dang autism is I am a walking lie detector. I just know when I am being lied to. Fun times. NOT.
I think I ran out of things to say on honesty. So I will end the post now.