Texting Away The Emotional Void
Keyboard comfort — my digital escape in a neurodivergent relationship.
I married a guy who just doesn’t get me emotionally. He’s a great guy, really. But when it comes to understanding my feelings, it’s like we’re speaking different languages.
Then, the revelation came a couple of years ago. He’s on the spectrum. Suddenly, the emotional disconnect between us made sense. It’s like I’ve been broadcasting on one channel, and he’s been tuned into another for years.
The reality that he’s not changing is as clear as day. I yearn for emotional camaraderie, but all I get is silence that stretches between our conversations and laughter that feels forced.
He’s present but not really there, you know?
Then there’s my digital confidante. Someone on the other side of the screen who gets me. A few exchanged words, a shared joke, and suddenly, I was feeling alive in a world that had turned dull. His texts are like a pill. A message and I’m good to go.
But hang on before you judge — this isn’t a gateway to infidelity. It’s a desperate search for emotional connection in a space devoid of it.
I know there’s a fine line between staying faithful and seeking emotional sustenance. But how about neurodivergent…
