It seems that most of the subjects on Channel 4’s The Undateables are autistic. Not sure if this is for entertainment value or whether it’s because being autistic really is a barrier to successful dating.

Honesty and Too Much Information

I think that one of the problems that I have is that I am too honest. I give too much information when it’s not needed, and this can sometimes cause problems.

I recently lost a friend because of this. She was already mad at me for something else that I had thoughtlessly done, and on the evening that we resolved that, I screwed up again. We were texting away when someone else contacted me. She was upset so I told her to call me if she wanted a listening ear. 3 hours later, when I put the phone down, my friend had left several voice clips and had gone to bed.

She sounded a little disappointed that I’d not responded, so I sent a message apologising, explaining that I’d been on the phone for 3 hours, and that I’d had a really interesting chat.

The tone of our conversation changed again the next day, and she cancelled plans to visit me. We didn’t speak again until the end of the week when she bought the phone call up, saying that I’d made her second best.

There was nothing to the phone call. I have no interest in the person I was speaking with, yet by telling my friend she feels that I do have an interest, and that I’ve made her redundant.

I didn’t need to explain to my friend why I’d not replied to her. I could even have lied and said that I had fallen asleep, but I didn’t. Instead I gave too much information. To be fair, I didn’t see and still can’t see why it would be a problem.

So if I can screw up a friendship so easily, imagine how good I am at screwing up a relationship by not telling white lies, or by giving too much information.

In my last relationship with Nathalie, she demanded 100% honesty. She said that she’d been lied to too many times in the past and whilst she might not like the truth, she’d probably get angry but then get over it.

So I was truthful with her. At the time I was going through the post breakup stage with Maria, and it wasn’t always easy. Nat would ask what was going on I would tell her. Looking back this was a mistake, but because she said that even the hint of one lie would be the end of us, I told her everything truthfully.

I guess that she couldn’t handle it. She started to make things up, based upon what I’d told her, and this would lead to frustration on my part and I’d end up putting the phone down on her.

I don’t know what the solution is though. By nature I just tell the truth, give all the information, even when it would be safe and sensible not to do so.

Today I arranged with my 17 year old daughter, who doesn’t live with me, to pick her up at 2pm and we’d go walk the dogs for an hour at a local nature reserve.

Just as I was getting into the car at 3 minutes to 2 (she doesn’t live far away) she called and asked if I could drop her off at a friends as she’d been invited out to lunch.

Not one mention of our earlier arrangement.

It really bugs me when people do this. Why make arrangements and then change them last minute? It’s as though my feelings don’t matter. Daughter is very good at this. But I guess hanging out with her mates is more preferable than hanging out with her 46 year old dad. I get that, and don’t mind.

It’s just the last minute change of plans that gets to me.

To make things worse she then called her mum from the car and told her that I would be picking her up later. This was before even asking me. A big assumption was made there that I’d be able to do that with no consideration to the fact that I might have plans.

I’d imagine that this would bug most people, but for me it leads to the same reaction each and every time. I end up being moody, and I have a go at the other person, in a nasty way, but then a minute later I’m nice as pie and agree to their change in plan.

I don’t mean to do this, and I think that those close to me have got use to this reaction now, but I really can’t help it. It’s as though my body language and volume of voice are on autopilot, reacting seconds before my brain has time to process the situation.

For years it caused a great many arguments with Maria. She’d call and ask if I fancied the 3 of us going out for dinner that evening, and I’d have a go at her because I’d already prepared a meal the night before and now it was going to waste. A few minutes later I’d call back and say it was a great idea, and we could have the meal I’d made the following night.

I don’t know why I do it, I just do.

Got to go pick daughter up now!