Yeah, I probably could have thought of a better thread title, but I didn't feel like expending the mental effort.
This is sort of a continuation of Kitschum's "How did you meet whomever you're with" thread from a little while ago, with a twist: for all of you married polytubbies, or in committed long-term relationships of whatever orientation, how did you know you were actually in love? Serious answers, nothing along the lines of "when Lancer told me she was on sale," or YouTube links to that bit from "Enchanted."
For me, it was basically the first time in my life when Asperger's made a social situation distinctly easier. Normally, while I can enjoy conversations with people a great deal, there is almost always an element of mental effort and subsequent fatigue. I can only go for so long before I burn out from the constant subtle calculations, and when I do it's often pretty embarrassing. This holds true even with close family. With my wife, however, I almost immediately entered a weird, previously unknown state in which I could be completely and totally natural, with no effort at all, for an indefinite period of time. I told her, "honey, I say this as an immense compliment: being with you is like being alone." She laughed, but on reflection said she knew what I meant.
But then, I'm a weirdo, which is partly why I'm curious. How do people know love in the mainstream?
This is sort of a continuation of Kitschum's "How did you meet whomever you're with" thread from a little while ago, with a twist: for all of you married polytubbies, or in committed long-term relationships of whatever orientation, how did you know you were actually in love? Serious answers, nothing along the lines of "when Lancer told me she was on sale," or YouTube links to that bit from "Enchanted."
For me, it was basically the first time in my life when Asperger's made a social situation distinctly easier. Normally, while I can enjoy conversations with people a great deal, there is almost always an element of mental effort and subsequent fatigue. I can only go for so long before I burn out from the constant subtle calculations, and when I do it's often pretty embarrassing. This holds true even with close family. With my wife, however, I almost immediately entered a weird, previously unknown state in which I could be completely and totally natural, with no effort at all, for an indefinite period of time. I told her, "honey, I say this as an immense compliment: being with you is like being alone." She laughed, but on reflection said she knew what I meant.
But then, I'm a weirdo, which is partly why I'm curious. How do people know love in the mainstream?
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