Over the weekend, as Chaco piled goods that I would be paying for into our shopping cart, he chattered incessantly about his college experiences so far. Since he'd only been there a few days, and real classes hadn't even started yet, these experiences consisted mostly of getting to know his orientation group and his dorm roommates.
One roommate is his good friend Andrew. He and Andrew arranged it so they would share a dorm, and left it to the roommate gods to choose the two others that would make up their suite. I mentioned here that, on moving day, I met one of them. I described him as "pleasingly nerdy".
As Chaco chattered, one piece of information he fed me was, "Matt has Asperger's".
Recall that our very own Magnum has Asperger's. Now, when we met, I'd only ever heard of hamburgers. Same for him, pretty much.
He was notably shy, quiet, didn't make a whole lot of eye contact. To be honest, at one point when I realized he liked me liked me, I figured it would never go beyond friendship because he would never get the nerve to ask me out.
Anyway, over 24 years later, here we are. I won't say that being married to an Asperger man is easy, but at the same time, I don't think Magnum's Asperger's fully defines him.
I was kind of glad when Chaco told me about roommate Matt. The "quirkiness" I'd picked up on during our brief meeting made sense. Apparently, he just flat out stated that he had Asperger's and wanted them to know in case they had any questions.
"You know Dad has Asperger's", I reminded Chaco.
"Yeah", he said, "it's like autism, but not"
"It's like 'Autism-lite", I replied.
"Matt's a little socially awkward, but a nice guy", Chaco summed up. "Andrew notices more than I do, but he'll get used to it".
I'm glad the roommate gods put Matt in with Chaco and Andrew.