Being asked things twice.

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I find that being asked twice or being asked a question I feel is common sense I become very agitated.

For instance, if I say I saw a red car, and some then ask me, "are you sure it was red" I become agitated. Of course I am, or I wouldn't of said it..DUH!

Or, if I am cooking something and someone ask me how long I put the food in the oven. It irritates me. The same amount of time you would have, or what the directions say, The same directions you just read.

It feels insulting, as if the person thinks I am stupid, or unable to function like a normal person.

At times I know it is irrational, but I cannot help it. To me it is logical not to ask again if someone says it was a "red" car, unless there is evidence to contradict.

To be honest I hate explaining myself in general or being offered any type of 'help'. I prefer trial and error and learning myself. I know my way may not be the best way, but let me figure that out.

It causes a great divide with my father and I. We are in a constant battle. I prefer that unless I am going to injure myself or someone else, to leave me alone through my daily activities. He is the type of person who will ask one thousand questions about what you are doing while you are doing it.

What are you cooking? How many? Did you set it to the right temperature? Are you sure? Did you use the right spices? How much of each? Did you use pepper? I don't like pepper. Turn the fire down you going to burn it. Not that low it won't cook...

It feels like an interrogation some times. And, like I am an incapable child. I feel demeaned. I have told him, but he denies he does it and says the questions are justified.

Its caused physical altercations. And I hate it. It literally drives me into a red blinding rage. And as a large man 6'4" 275 lbs, I even scare myself. I love my father, and I feel like he refuses to give in to my idiosyncrasies. He wants me to be like his other NT children. And I am not. You'd think after 30 years he would of figured it out.

I don't have the patience or coping skills that a NT person has in social situations. To put up with things. I wish I did.

On the other hand, my girlfriend is very understanding. She takes her time with me. Tries to give me space. Looks for my ques (give me room, okay I want you around). She tries very hard to work with me. And she ask questions like if we are out if I am comfortable, is it to loud, bright, etc. Or, is it okay if she sits next to me at an eatery, or hug me etc. I have touch sensory, I hate unwarranted touch. And she understands that I am not normal and though my reactions may seem irrational to normal people I cannot help it. She knows I hate doing things in public (dancing for instance).

I don't understand why my father cannot understand these things like my girlfriend. I know there is a different kind of love there, but I have a daughter, and I would do anything for her, and make any adjustments for her even to my detriment.

And I cannot seem to say I love you verbally. My girlfriend knows its a challenge for me. And she feels it, through my actions. But my father feels like I don't love him because I never tell him 'I love you' or 'thank you'. I explain that I am, and I do, but it's hard for me to vocalize it.

I hate this struggle. I really do. I feel like the crippled version of a product to sell at a lower price. Unwanted, and useless.