So, I'm on the autism spectrum. More specifically, I was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome at the age of three. Sometimes I wonder if my intense interest in comforting people as they cry that's been prevalent since I was five could be a result of the autism. Now, I'm not saying that people who are also that interested are probably on the spectrum. However, I feel like it could be a partly autistic thing with me. Ever since I was five, I have fantasized about comforting people while they cry every single night before I go to sleep and also oftentimes during the day. Thinking about it before bed or as I'm going to sleep is an absolute must though; like a routine. It's extremely comparable to my other hyperfixations as a result of autism, which is what makes me wonder how this fetish of mine ties in with it, or if it even does at all. It makes me curious as to how many others here are on the spectrum and can relate.

So, is anyone else on the autism spectrum by any chance?

Thank you flatter, I'm hoping so as well! And yeah, it is quite a strange thing with me. I feel like it would be so nice to be crying along with someone else at the same time.

Hello everyone! ^^

So, long story short, I met the man of my dreams in January of this year. He lives in Ireland, and I live in the USA. He is 20 years of age and is gentle, tenderhearted, and just all around an absolute sweetheart. He's not afraid to show his vulnerable, sensitive side- he is entirely my type!

Well, in June I was blessed with the wonderful opportunity to fly over to Ireland to meet him in person and stay with him for three weeks. Without going into a lot of detail (MANY memories were made), I thought I'd share the times where he (or both of us) would have an intimate crying experience.

The first time was only a few days into my stay. We were on the couch watching a movie, and once it was over, we said our goodnights and I headed up to the room I was sleeping in (we had to sleep separately since his parents wouldn't allow us sleeping together under their roof). I was checking my phone notifications just before going to sleep, until I recieved a message from him saying "I know it is really late right now, but you might want to come downstairs. I have a special surprise for you, which comes from my heart." Knowing exactly what it was, I immediately went back downstairs and entered the room. Upon walking in, I noticed that he was sitting on the couch with his head hung low. He looked up at me with mournful eyes and a face covered in tears, and peeped, "I'm a wreck right now." I went over to him and sat close to him, rubbing his back and asking him what was up. He told me that he couldn't stop thinking about how sad it would be when I would have to leave Ireland and go back home. I pulled him close to me and held him in my arms, rubbing his back, while he cried on my shoulder. I could hear his staggered breathing and feel his back hitch up and down. After he let most of it out, I looked into his eyes and assured him that we still have many more fun filled days to come and that the most we can do is enjoy them while they last. He was getting quite sno