@tomorrowalready
That's a very good point , slashlover, that everyone seems to be assuming all asexual people would have the same agency over their lives. There are many countries, eg Afghanistan, where marriage and childbearing are not optional extras or anything to do with'romance'. There is social pressure within this country to couple up and also within many cultures and communities young women and men are expected to marry regardless of their individual sexuality.
*There is social pressure within this country to couple up
It wasn't so much society that I felt pressure from, not the wider society any way. It was family and 'friends'
'when are you going to have kids?'
'when are you going to get married?'
'whybhavent you met anyone yet?'
'your brother is married with 3 kids, your turn now'
So on and so on.
I'd been pretending I was perfectly normal and straight for so long st that point that the next logical step was getting with someone.
So I joined Online dating...
Met someone, got together... Faked it till I made it.. but we decided not to have kids, sex dwindled but we married.. that lasted 6 months.. they cheated..
Oh well, nevermind .
'when you going to move on and find someone else?'
'why don't you want kids? You'd have beautiful kids'
So on and so on.
So the expected path was naturally..
Join online dating..
Get with someone..
Tolerate sex..
Have a kid..
Stop having sex..
Partner leave..
Now I'm a single parent.. but still.
'when you going to meet someone?'
'you can't be alone forever'
'daughter needs a baby brother or sister'
Till you finally snap, and instead of internally screaming or crying into a pillow, you're screaming in the face of your mother...
Telling her you didn't want any of the bullshit she emotionally bullied you into having.
'we just wanted you to have a normal life...'
'maybe I'm it fucking normal mother... If that's not good enough for you, you can get to fuck.'
But I'm 42 now, for the first time, here in my perfect isolation, I am happy. Away from the eyes and the lies and the fake laughter of family and friends and the awkward silences and the hush that falls over a room as I enter. It's all gone, over and done.
Some say, a person is not an island, this may be true, for some, but for others, the only way to stop drowning is to become the island.