"Gritches has Lots of Mommies"
Sounds like a children's book about polygamy.
But srsly, let me begin by making clear that I am not complaining. At all. In fact, I've been meaning to write this for a while but I couldn't figure out how to do so without it sounding like I'm bragging, not that I'm prone to doing that or anything.
But the fact is, I feel like the luckiest Aspie in the whole wide world. Half a dozen women claim to be my adoptive mother, and many more act like it without outright saying so. The reason I call it "The Mommy Dyanimc" is because it's a recurring theme; it doesn't take long for me to be "adopted" by a new woman in my life, and such people actually comprise a non-insignificant proportion of the total amount of the people I know.
This begs the question: How does "The Mommy Dynamic" keep on forming? How do I keep falling into it?
There are a number of angles from which to analyze this phenomena. First, the psychological: I lacked maternal affection growing up. I had/have an actual birth mother, but she's a cold and unloving person. She would return my attempts at expressing affection with indifference or cruelty. Is it possible that I unconsciously solicit maternal affection from women in order to compensate for what I lacked but always wanted?
If so, and by that very definition, I doubt I can purposefully prevent "The Mommy Dynamic" from forming in the first place. Not that I want to, I love all my mommies.
The second angle is the neurobiological (I think, I don't know, really hungry really tired). It just so happens that all my mommies know that I'm autistic. Perhaps because of that they see me as vulnerable and feel a sort of duty to take care of me.
I may never know. It's hard to get feedback. One girl my age I asked about this told me that it's because I'm cute. I find that answer unsatisfying; people aren't that shallow. If that's all it took, I wouldn't have to try so hard socially.
Why did I bother to write this? I don't know. I'm happy and want to talk about it I guess. Thanks for reading about my demented relationship with older women.
Sounds like a children's book about polygamy.
But srsly, let me begin by making clear that I am not complaining. At all. In fact, I've been meaning to write this for a while but I couldn't figure out how to do so without it sounding like I'm bragging, not that I'm prone to doing that or anything.
But the fact is, I feel like the luckiest Aspie in the whole wide world. Half a dozen women claim to be my adoptive mother, and many more act like it without outright saying so. The reason I call it "The Mommy Dyanimc" is because it's a recurring theme; it doesn't take long for me to be "adopted" by a new woman in my life, and such people actually comprise a non-insignificant proportion of the total amount of the people I know.
This begs the question: How does "The Mommy Dynamic" keep on forming? How do I keep falling into it?
There are a number of angles from which to analyze this phenomena. First, the psychological: I lacked maternal affection growing up. I had/have an actual birth mother, but she's a cold and unloving person. She would return my attempts at expressing affection with indifference or cruelty. Is it possible that I unconsciously solicit maternal affection from women in order to compensate for what I lacked but always wanted?
If so, and by that very definition, I doubt I can purposefully prevent "The Mommy Dynamic" from forming in the first place. Not that I want to, I love all my mommies.
The second angle is the neurobiological (I think, I don't know, really hungry really tired). It just so happens that all my mommies know that I'm autistic. Perhaps because of that they see me as vulnerable and feel a sort of duty to take care of me.
I may never know. It's hard to get feedback. One girl my age I asked about this told me that it's because I'm cute. I find that answer unsatisfying; people aren't that shallow. If that's all it took, I wouldn't have to try so hard socially.
Why did I bother to write this? I don't know. I'm happy and want to talk about it I guess. Thanks for reading about my demented relationship with older women.
