There may be no answer here, but hoping for one anyway.
Headed to a three day competition over Memorial Day that will be held in a rather isolated venue where competitors (including me) will camp with our horses. If as usual there will be 25-35 competitors, men and women, most vastly younger than (closer to 70 than 60).
For the most part, everyone is cordial and professional. However, I saw on the list of competitors one 40 something woman who is difficult. I suspect Asperger’s due to her complete inability to read social cues and her rapid fire monologues that focus on topics such as the currency exchange rate with Hungary and her travels during her life time to Canada and Europe (not many but repeated over and over starting with, “Did you know I went to Spain?” --and regardless if one says yes or no, the lengthy story is told with great detail, again at a rapid fire rate.
And I, and everyone else, try to avoid her – really tough under the circumstances. She shows up as soon as she sees me at the trailer at day break and asks if I have any coffee --well, there’s a pot made --so what can I say. She helps herself to a mug (didn’t return the last one), creamer, sugar, and if something eatable is on the table, helps herself to that too, then sits down in one of the camp chairs and begins her rapid fire monologue. After the first day, it will focus on how well or how poorly she is doing —lots of bragging "Did you see when I . . . " if she’s winning, and lots of blaming if she is doing poorly, "I would have won that if . . . "
Same with dinner --my partner and I plan our meals and eat at our trailer --always an extra something for those who stop by — the Annoying One [we’ll call her Debi] comes and helps herself and then speaks about what she will cook next time (she has yet to cook anything).
I worked with students with Asperger’s. I was told by Special Education to be clear and direct. And I AM --but it isn’t working —, “Debi, if you are drinking my coffee, you need to bring your own mug.” Answer: I will next time (doesn’t). “Debi, I heard your story about Spain before. I don’t want to hear it again.” Debi: Well, I didn’t tell you this part. Me: “Debi, I am planning on Mary Beth joining us for dinner, so you need to eat at your camp.” Debi: I wait until she comes (plants butt in chair).
And I’ve tried redirection: “Debi, Jamie at the red trailer is new to our sport. I think she’d like to hear your story about Spain.” – off she goes --but eventually comes back --as soon as she sees the coffee pot out.
I The biggest gripe I have? Debi ALWAYS talks about the horse she left at home that could have won EVEVERYTHING, but she couldn’t bring it because (pick–she’s used them all --horse is in foal, horse has a foal, truck is broken, trailer is broken, needs shoes, lost a shoe, daughter’s using horse to try out for the Olympic Team (exaggeration, but you get the idea --no one has ever seen “the horse at home.” ) --And about MY horse who does a good job? She says, He’s kind of (pick: small, short strided, calf kneed, --she said them all). Debi rides her “other” horse at competitions --it doesn’t do well . . .
So, ideas? How can I discourage the “stray cat” from coming around the campsite? (Yes, I know, quit going myself . . . but it is a brilliant group except for . . .