preview

Stereotypes Perception Of Asexuals In Middle School

Decent Essays
Open Document

Ignorance Broken. Alone. While I may not have thought these words at the time, they perfectly describe what I felt throughout middle school, junior high, and most of high school. Everyone around me constantly talked about their boyfriends and girlfriends, hot celebrities, who they had crushes on, and their first kiss. I was never interested in any of these. By sixth grade, I was probably the only girl who had never had a boyfriend, even if most elementary school “relationships” only lasted a week. I saw no point in wasting time with something based purely on looks and popularity. I was more enthralled with reading books, playing trombone, and worrying about moving up to the seventh grade. In junior high, along with the stresses that come …show more content…

Even silly posts like “Asexuals would rather eat cake” described me more than anything I had seen before. More than any romance movie, teen flick, or other mainstream media’s portrayal of romance and intimate relationships. And it scared me. Many people say that asexuals don’t belong in the LGBT+ community because we don’t face discrimination or because it is not a real sexual orientation. But we consistently hear comments like: “so you’re a plant,” “that’s not a real thing,” “you just haven’t met the right person yet,” and “quit trying to be a special snowflake.” Some people face even worse reactions, like being threatened with rape to “correct” their asexuality. So I lived in fear of my possible sexual orientation. My parents had always seemed open minded so I shouldn’t have worried about coming out. But in the last few months, my college-age sister had begun to date a conservative guy. Suddenly, my parents seemed to change their minds to match his beliefs. If they didn’t actually change their minds, which opinion was the one they truly believed? Suddenly coming out, or even accepting myself, no longer seemed like a viable option. I denied it for months. It eventually got to the point where I told a friend that I hadn’t been feeling myself for a while, that I hadn’t felt truly happy for almost a year. She told me how much she cared about me and that she couldn’t lose me. I said it wasn’t that bad and that I would talk to her if I needed to and it helped for a while, but I still lived with

Get Access