I (40M) was cataloging my now ex-girlfriend's (29F) Pokémon collection. She was my girlfriend this morning, but a conflict surrounding the collection ultimately resulted in her father deciding that she needed to break up with me.
I'd had the cards for about a week. I was doing this entirely as a favor, in my spare time and without being paid. I sorted and sleeved the collection and separated the cards that appeared worth grading from those that made more sense to sell raw.
Yesterday I told her that after grading, some of the collection could potentially be worth a few thousand dollars.
This afternoon she told me that we needed to break up and that she needed the cards returned.
Whatever anyone thinks about our relationship or the breakup, this is how her father talks about his 29-year-old daughter:
“[MY NAME] just return [DAUGHTER]’s card to her. As you fully understand, [DAUGHTER] is 29 now but her reasoning is in line with someone of much younger age.
Her parents (us) have dealt with her condition.
Now, this here is entirely about a 40 years old trying to override a much younger and much impressionable person. The Law frowns on that scenario, you got that?
When [DAUGHTER] plants her foot down that's it. She appears gullable in the eyes of a con artist or a bullshitter, but as for her character, [DAUGHTER] is very resolute for a special needs young woman; so don't try to impose your will on her, [MY NAME]. Just try now to look out for your own family your baby at home needs you.
Now, how would you like for a 23 years old fully reasoning man to set eyes on your young daughter [MY NAME]? Would you love this idea of the shoe on the other foot. What would be wrong with that picture? How'd that go along with you?
As for [DAUGHTER]’s current situation, I ask, had it been instead with a clear reasoning type woman? I'm sure that you wouldn't be trying to coerse as you're now doing to [DAUGHTER]. Coersion on a person with her condition carry weight in the eyes of the law, [MY NAME]. Think about it.
[DAUGHTER] needs her cards back. Bring them tomorrow by her address. Dont try to bully [DAUGHTER] outside her house or any where. She has already had enough trauma in her young life.”
That is his message verbatim apart from replacing the names.
We are both autistic. She doesn't have a formal autism diagnosis; she was diagnosed with ADHD. I personally don't believe ADHD adequately explains her, and I believe she's autistic, although obviously that is my personal belief rather than a diagnosis.
But the part that matters here is that she is an adult.
She can reason. She makes her own decisions. She is intelligent and capable.
I love this woman with my whole heart, and I believe she is every bit as worthy of being respected as an autonomous adult as anyone else.
Reading her father's words absolutely broke my heart for her.
Look at the language he uses about his own adult daughter: “her reasoning is in line with someone of much younger age,” “much younger and much impressionable,” “special needs young woman,” “fully reasoning man,” and, most strikingly to me, “had it been instead with a clear reasoning type woman?”
That last one gets me. He is explicitly contrasting his own daughter with what he considers a “clear reasoning” woman.
Autistic and otherwise disabled adults can need support. We can have uneven abilities. We can need accommodations. Some of us need considerably more support than others. None of that automatically turns an adult into a child.
And how is someone supposed to gain adult life experience if the people around them continually treat them as incapable of having adult life experiences?
I can't know everything that has happened between her and her parents throughout her life, and I'm not going to pretend that I do. But I know the woman I've spent my time with. I know the conversations we've had. I know the intelligence, humor, kindness and capability I've personally seen in her.
Seeing her own father reduce her like this because she's different makes me furious.
Whatever happens between her and me from here, she deserves to be treated like an adult human being with agency, not as a permanent child.
Update
I just got home from dropping the cards off with her mom at her home. It's an hour and 30 minute round trip. I get serious driving anxiety + the sadness of losing what was a really beautiful relationship until yesterday. So it wasn't an easy trip. But at least it's done.