Autistic Empathy – the tale of the lump that grumps.
My husband Chris and I have an interesting time trying to navigate our way around each other in the kitchen. He is rather mono and huggy and struggles with the simultaneous self and other thing which means that he tries to hug me whilst I’m in the midst of me doing other things, which anyone autistic will know I find drives me balmy. I adore the fella but I like to be doing nothing when approached with a hug, even better I’m much better doing the approaching.
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