Hi it's me.
I have been a very open and staunch aro/ace person for a while now, but lately I've been kind of questioning how true that is. And I feel kind of guilty about that?
For some context, I went through a traumatic experience that left me very anxious and sort of grossed out by the idea of having any sort of intimate relationship with other people, romantically or sexually. The feeling persisted for a very long time and I eventually settled on it being aromanticism/asexuality, just falling into the box of not really being interested and not really wanting anything to do with that side of life.
But my mental health has been steadily improving and along with it, I find that I have a sort of budding desire for human connection and intimacy. They are weird feelings to unpack. I have a lot of anxiety around these things still, but more and more I find myself wanting to explore them, especially on the sexuality side of things. Romance is in a very strange place because I'm not super sure how to navigate the sort of feelings and gestures people tend to expect from romance because I've never been good at feelings in general - expressing things like "happy" and "sad" have always been difficult and so something like "romance" or "love" is very alien to me.
I guess where this all culminates for me is in a few places: I'm interested in trying things out, and that leaves me unsure of where I stand. I haven't tried to label anything beyond understanding the sorts of partners I'd be okay with, because I find this tangled mess of thoughts and feelings difficult to put a word to besides "curious." But the other side of that is I feel kind of bad for being in aro/ace spaces and claiming that label if it's not really the person I am, and I feel like I'm reinforcing negative stereotypes about aro/ace people by being like "well now that I'm not a depressed sack of potatoes anymore I want to try exploring my sexuality."
A bit of a ramble but I've been thinking about this for a few weeks and just sort of wanted to get it off my chest.
I have been a very open and staunch aro/ace person for a while now, but lately I've been kind of questioning how true that is. And I feel kind of guilty about that?
For some context, I went through a traumatic experience that left me very anxious and sort of grossed out by the idea of having any sort of intimate relationship with other people, romantically or sexually. The feeling persisted for a very long time and I eventually settled on it being aromanticism/asexuality, just falling into the box of not really being interested and not really wanting anything to do with that side of life.
But my mental health has been steadily improving and along with it, I find that I have a sort of budding desire for human connection and intimacy. They are weird feelings to unpack. I have a lot of anxiety around these things still, but more and more I find myself wanting to explore them, especially on the sexuality side of things. Romance is in a very strange place because I'm not super sure how to navigate the sort of feelings and gestures people tend to expect from romance because I've never been good at feelings in general - expressing things like "happy" and "sad" have always been difficult and so something like "romance" or "love" is very alien to me.
I guess where this all culminates for me is in a few places: I'm interested in trying things out, and that leaves me unsure of where I stand. I haven't tried to label anything beyond understanding the sorts of partners I'd be okay with, because I find this tangled mess of thoughts and feelings difficult to put a word to besides "curious." But the other side of that is I feel kind of bad for being in aro/ace spaces and claiming that label if it's not really the person I am, and I feel like I'm reinforcing negative stereotypes about aro/ace people by being like "well now that I'm not a depressed sack of potatoes anymore I want to try exploring my sexuality."
A bit of a ramble but I've been thinking about this for a few weeks and just sort of wanted to get it off my chest.






























