I’ve learned that, if it is difficult to find someone who can distinguish between the asexual orientation and a lack of genitalia, it is even more difficult to find an accepting mind, someone who doesn’t think of it as an illness to be cured.
Having gone the entirety of my high school years without feeling any kind of attraction towards anyone, I began to feel isolated from the “normal” adolescent experience and questioned if there was something fundamentally wrong with me, with who I was.
I assumed that any partner I might find would expect sex from me, and since I wasn’t willing to do that, it felt like it would be ‘leading someone on’ if I tried to date.
The first time I was told I couldn’t be asexual was because it would be a waste of my pretty face and nice body.
It’s something that is often assumed, and not often discussed: the stereotype that people with disabilities do not have sex or have conventional relationships.
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