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The original was posted on /r/autism by /u/shadeyard on 2024-10-01 02:08:10+00:00.

So, some background:

My husband got into a serious car wreck in my car. The car is completely totaled, basically just a heap of what he once was. To the point that we cant even get our things out because the doors wont open due to frame twisting. My husband was miraculously okay, and got out with some cracked ribs and a fuckload of small injuries related to glass and blunt trauma. But overall he was extremely lucky, which I am very, very thankful for! He is my soulmate.

So here’s the thing. When I have been talking about this, everyone has talked about how I shouldn’t care about the car because my husband was in such a serious situation. The thing is, this car was my best friend. This car meant the world to me. Not more than my husband of course. But pretty close behind. And honestly, every car is precious to me. I love cars a lot and always have. My brain tells me they have feelings, even though I know that isn’t true, so sometimes I have trouble getting rid of cars or dealing with things happening to them. (both cars (vehicles) and Cars (pixar movies) have been spinterests for me so you can imagine what this does to my mindset😭)

My husband is okay, which is awesome! But my car is not, which makes me really, really sad. I feel like I am grieving a loved one. So why are people upset with me? Am I expected to just constantly be saying how happy I am that my husband lived? It gets really old telling people what happened pretty quick. I explain his injuries, the story, and that he is okay. Does this make sense???

Something funny my husband told me, is that a nurse on the scene said something about how he is not replaceable, but the car is, and my husband said “Not this car…” He gets it! He understands my love of my car and is supporting me greatly through this, just as I am supporting him through healing from the wreck. So it isn’t like I am over here like “oh i dont care you lived because the car didnt.” Do people think that is what I am thinking??? I had a particularly nasty comment left on a now deleted post I made talking about this whole thing elsewhere.

Also, throughout the whole process of insurance and impounds and all that, people have been surprised to see me crying about my car. Not making a scene or anything, just tears flowing, yknow. And I just say “this is emotional to me,” but I can’t explain why because I know none of them understand.

I don’t know what I’m trying to get by posting here. I just figure maybe some people will understand, because I’m almost certain this whole thing is related to my autism. (is anything ever not, though?)

if anyone is wondering, my car was a 2015 Nissan Juke Nismo (yes with the crappy CVT) and his name was Jukey. real original I know, but it stuck. I was exactly half a car payment from paying him off and owning him officially, so there’s a little extra sting to this.