During the quarantine, after talking with a friend, she encouraged me to try and figure out how I identified. I had been struggling for a while and after rereading something about aromanticism, it made sense. I was happy at first to have an identity to relate to but I slowly started to realize what it meant for me. I’m now upset and slightly angry. Sad that I’ve been told all my life that romantic love is something special and the best feeling in the world! And everyone has the perfect person for them! I’m angry that after my whole life of hearing this, I’ll never be able to actually experience it. I’m angry that every time (if I do come out to people) I’ll have to launch into a ten minute explanation about what I am and then defend myself for my feelings. I’m angry that everything that I had thought was normal and looked forward to in my life is now yanked from my grasp and taken away from me. Held above me tauntingly like it’s being heard Obote my head by a bully. I’m upset that even though my parents always talk about how open they would be to anyone in my family being gay or bi or anything, they’ll never quite understand that I’ll never feel that way about anyone. Even if they pretend to understand, I’m angry that I know they never will. I’m upset that no matter how much they pretend, they’ll always wonder what it’s like to live without love, even if I have it in a way they don’t quite understand. I’m angry that even though there are QPRs and things like that, my romantic orientation and sexuality make it significantly more difficult for me to lead a “normal and fulfilling life”. I’m angry that the only thing keeping me from the things I d’anticiper all my life is something that I cannot control no matter how much I want to. And I know everyone says “be proud about your orientation! It’s who you are! No need to be ashamed!” But I don’t know if I can. Because even if it’s who I am, I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand it. And if I can’t understand it, I don’t know if I can truly ever say I’m proud.
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During the quarantine, after talking with a friend, she encouraged me to try and figure out how I identified. I had been struggling for a while and after rereading something about aromanticism, it made sense. I was happy at first to have an identity to relate to but I slowly started to realize what it meant for me. I’m now upset and slightly angry. Sad that I’ve been told all my life that romantic love is something special and the best feeling in the world! And everyone has the perfect person for them! I’m angry that after my whole life of hearing this, I’ll never be able to actually experience it. I’m angry that every time (if I do come out to people) I’ll have to launch into a ten minute explanation about what I am and then defend myself for my feelings. I’m angry that everything that I had thought was normal and looked forward to in my life is now yanked from my grasp and taken away from me. Held above me tauntingly like it’s being heard Obote my head by a bully. I’m upset that even though my parents always talk about how open they would be to anyone in my family being gay or bi or anything, they’ll never quite understand that I’ll never feel that way about anyone. Even if they pretend to understand, I’m angry that I know they never will. I’m upset that no matter how much they pretend, they’ll always wonder what it’s like to live without love, even if I have it in a way they don’t quite understand. I’m angry that even though there are QPRs and things like that, my romantic orientation and sexuality make it significantly more difficult for me to lead a “normal and fulfilling life”. I’m angry that the only thing keeping me from the things I d’anticiper all my life is something that I cannot control no matter how much I want to. And I know everyone says “be proud about your orientation! It’s who you are! No need to be ashamed!” But I don’t know if I can. Because even if it’s who I am, I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand it. And if I can’t understand it, I don’t know if I can truly ever say I’m proud.
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