Story of an Aromantic AsexualAs a child, I was often told about this wonderful thing called "love". And told that everyone "falls in love". If you didn't, something was wrong with you because being alone was worse than anything. But I actually liked the idea of being alone...More Like This
I told my mom that I didn't like boys and didn't ever want to get married. She just laughed and promised me that one day I would change my mind. Of course I didn't believe her- what child my age would?
Soon, I began middle school. It surprised me a little to hear people that I had known my entire life calling others "cute" or "hot". In truth, I had no idea what they meant. How could a person be cute? People began asking me who I liked. Still as confused as ever, I replied that I didn't like anyone. Which was okay with most people.
By time I got to high school, my parents began worrying about why I didn't like guys. They seemed to think something was wrong with me or that I was afraid to tell them that I liked someone. My mom went