I'm Not Broken, I Don't Need to be Fixed

I'm not the greatest at titles, it's hella long.

I decided on this title because when someone, upon finding out about my asexuality, asked me if part of my brain was broken. I bit my tongue and told them that no, I'm not broken and I don't need to be fixed. I was kind of proud to finally be able to say that and believe it. Asexuality is just a part of me; a part that's always been there and when I first discovered it, the name 'asexuality' came with some relief. I'd finally found a name for what I had spent all my life honestly thinking was a broken part of me.

I've spent my whole life surrounded by the world continually talking about crushes and sex. As well as perpetuating the myth that you can't have love without sex. Honestly it's no wonder I, and so many like me, think there's something wrong with us. Which is a very sad fact, but true.

Asexuality was also a scary concept when I first read about it; it meant that what I had always wanted- 'normalcy', was just not happenin. And as I started to accept my not-straightness I sincerely hoped I was gay or bi, anything but who I was. My gut reaction though was joy. I remember gasping and whispering about how much this fit me, for a moment accepting myself and who I am. Right before the fear struck me and I tried to forget about asexuality. Yet like a loose tooth, it niggled and wiggled until it was finally free and I started to truly accept myself.

I have since accepted my awesome ace self, I wear my colours with pride, and I have many, many ace jokes and puns up my sleeve. Probably too many. There are still moments of doubt and those dark feelings and thoughts do come back; but overall I have accepted myself and I am happy in my own skin.

Thank you for reading and putting up with my babbling! Your feedback is always appreciated, so, comment away! Also, I will admit the tooth thing was weird; metaphors are obviously not my thing...