Tony [sitting at his computer 20 feet away]: Can you get me "anonymous's" email?
Me [sitting and hard at work]: Sure. But did you know, you can get it yourself ?
Tony: Just get me the f&*ing email.
Me: I'm just telling you that you have the same access to the email directory as I do. I don't mind getting it, but you can get it yourself.
Tony: I haven't done it before. Its simple for you. Get me the email.
I look it up, interrupting my work but not unhappy about it.
Me: The email is anonymous@university.edu
Tony: I said to send it to me.
Me: But I just told it to you.
Tony: I want it sent. That way I have it on my computer and I don't have to spell it. All you have to do is go click.
Me: Its not as easy as that and interrupts what I'm doing. You can write it down as well as I can.
Tony: You and fucking Mario (someone he hates) are a great pair.
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A chronicle of the ins and outs of marriage to a man with Asperger's syndrome
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I am a 50 year old woman, married for 15 years to a man with Asperger's syndrome. We have one elementary school-aged daughter. This blog will chronicle both our past history as well as day-to-day events. I hope those of you with similar stories will feel free to leave comments from which others can learn.
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You have an extreme version of my situation going on. I never understood my husband's problems until both of our children were diagnosed with autism. I was starting to wonder if I was crazy, seriously, because it seemed I could never do anything right or understand where he was coming from. I always ask myself if I should stay or leave, and I still don't know.
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