She can be her own heap of trouble but my life is ever richer for it.
Ah, and the resumed conversation from weeks ago is another thing she does with the full expectation that I will remember the thing that she is now answering. Imagine suddenly being thrust backwards through time, weeks peeling away, suddenly arriving at a reply to a comment made in passing a month ago. Like necroposting but in real life.
You are just making me more jealous, you are describing more things that seem completely normal and like default behavior to me.
You realize that when an autistic person acts like that, irl necroposts at you… that’s a sign they trust you to an incredible degree, right?
My guess would be she would not be offended or annoyed if you just asked her to refresh you on the context, to help you sort of… reload the last save file of that conversation that’s been to at least some degree ruminating or present in her mind over all those weeks.
It used to drive my wife insane because my mother and I will just pick up in the middle of a conversation we had been having a month ago. No “do you remember when we were talking about X”, just straight up picking up the conversation right where we left off without missing a beat. She has gotten used to it now but she still does not understand how we can do it.
She can be her own heap of trouble but my life is ever richer for it.
Ah, and the resumed conversation from weeks ago is another thing she does with the full expectation that I will remember the thing that she is now answering. Imagine suddenly being thrust backwards through time, weeks peeling away, suddenly arriving at a reply to a comment made in passing a month ago. Like necroposting but in real life.
You are just making me more jealous, you are describing more things that seem completely normal and like default behavior to me.
You realize that when an autistic person acts like that, irl necroposts at you… that’s a sign they trust you to an incredible degree, right?
My guess would be she would not be offended or annoyed if you just asked her to refresh you on the context, to help you sort of… reload the last save file of that conversation that’s been to at least some degree ruminating or present in her mind over all those weeks.
It used to drive my wife insane because my mother and I will just pick up in the middle of a conversation we had been having a month ago. No “do you remember when we were talking about X”, just straight up picking up the conversation right where we left off without missing a beat. She has gotten used to it now but she still does not understand how we can do it.