Dear Prudence, I’m fairly sure I’m asexual. Hard to prove a negative, of course, but I’m in my 30s and have felt this way for years. My family refuses to acknowledge it, and many of my friends claim that doesn’t exist. They wouldn’t have a problem if I were a lesbian, but they keep telling me to go to a therapist to get “cured,” to just be less uptight, independent, arrogant, stubborn, hard on myself, and get a man or a woman already. Anything but stay single. They don’t know that’s my biggest fear, too—being alone, forever. I have a decent career, hobbies, friends, but I’d love a partner. A total best friend. A person to go on vacation with, spend the holidays with, go to dinner with. Do nice things for. But all that seems to involve being attracted to someone sexually. I can honestly say I’m not attracted to anyone. It’s like standing outside the greatest party, and people keep telling you to join, that all you have to do is give someone the secret handshake. They have left-handed people and right-handed people and even ambidextrous people. And then when you tell them, “What about people who don’t have hands?” they look at you like you’re crazy. “Everyone has hands. You should see a therapist about why you refuse to use yours.” So how do I tell them that that’s not helping?
—Hands Off
I think you’ve made a pretty compelling case here. I’m convinced that you know your own mind, don’t experience sexual desire (not for any traumatic reasons; you’re simply indifferent), and have no interest in developing sexual desire for anyone. The hand analogy is lucid and simple. If you haven’t already deployed it on your friends and family as a primer, I suggest you do so. Tell them you may end up partnered or you may not, but what you’re looking for is a life companion, not a bedmate. It may take a few times for them to start to get it—sexual desire can be such a significant, rewarding component of people’s lives that it’s difficult for them to understand someone else might experience it differently or not at all—but be clear and firm, and they’ll eventually realize you do, in fact, exist.
How about 'thanks for the advice. Did you see the latest episode of Hell's Kitchen" and move on. Grown ups don't have to explain their lives to other grown ups.
I know a lot of "old maids". Women who never married. My SIL for one. Whether she is asexual or not, is none of my business. I would like to see her happy with someone. But I'm not sure she's capable of having a relationship. In her 55+ years, I believe she has only been on one or two dates (when men). She was mortified when the man tried to touch her. I don't know what he tried with her, but from what she told me, it didn't sound like much. She does have a lot of female friends though.
I suspect her upbringing had a lot to do with her issues. Her father walked in on her mother with another man and he kicked her out. He was mean and angry with SIL when she moved out, claiming she was under an obligation to stay at home and cook/clean for him. Her mother never encouraged her to date. Instead, involved herself in SIL's social life. So.......I think there was a reason DH left home and moved far away after college.
I've been asked why I don't date. Don't I want a man. Don't I need companionship.
And yeah, there are times I'd like to be able to see someone beside me.
But then I think about how much work it would be.
Getting to know him, his family. My kids and family getting to know them.
And at this point in life, he'd mostly have at least 1 ex wife and have his own kids.
Eh. Who needs the aggravation?
When people start in with that stuff, I ask them why would I want the hassle. I do what I want, when I want and I don't have to share the remote or the covers.
OP, on the other hand, sounds like she wants person, just not the sex.
Maybe there is nothing there. Maybe she would feel differently with the right person.
Who knows.
But she can tell people she isn't interested and leave it at that when asked.
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I've been asked why I don't date. Don't I want a man. Don't I need companionship.
And yeah, there are times I'd like to be able to see someone beside me.
But then I think about how much work it would be.
Getting to know him, his family. My kids and family getting to know them. And at this point in life, he'd mostly have at least 1 ex wife and have his own kids.
Eh. Who needs the aggravation?
When people start in with that stuff, I ask them why would I want the hassle. I do what I want, when I want and I don't have to share the remote or the covers.
OP, on the other hand, sounds like she wants person, just not the sex.
Maybe there is nothing there. Maybe she would feel differently with the right person.
Who knows.
But she can tell people she isn't interested and leave it at that when asked.
No, She wouldn't. It's like saying a gay man will feel differently with the right woman. It doesn't work that way.
Yes, some people are homosexual, some are bisexual, and some are asexual. It's a real thing.
There are clubs and boards for asexual people. I'm surprised that Prudie didn't mention it.
If you want companionship with no sex, that's the place to go.
If you are in a loving, safe relationship, it's natural to want to share yourself with that person.
The right person being just that.
Don't go looking for offense where there is none.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Maybe you should educate yourself instead of flying off the handle like a crazy person.
Read the links I posted.
Asexuality is real. It has nothing to do with "taking offense".
I don't think you know as much as you like to think you do.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Oooh, this must be like "All your posts are pro-Muslim".
In other words, you pulled it out of your nether regions and called it a day.
Come up with even one, yet?
Nah, I didn't think so.
No, She wouldn't. It's like saying a gay man will feel differently with the right woman.
This.
This is you being offended.
You want what I said to be something bad even though that isn't what I meant.
You fabricated an offense.
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Um Dr. Phil doesn't have a degree. He has some fake honorary degree but not a real one.
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McGraw graduated in 1975 from Midwestern State University with a B.A. in psychology. He went on to earn an M.A. in experimental psychology in 1976, and a Ph.D. degree in clinical psychology in 1979 at the University of North Texas,[9] where his dissertation was titled "Rheumatoid Arthritis: A Psychological Intervention".[10]
No, She wouldn't. It's like saying a gay man will feel differently with the right woman.
This.
This is you being offended.
You want what I said to be something bad even though that isn't what I meant.
You fabricated an offense.
Correcting you when you're so very, very wrong isn't taking offence.
It's correcting you when you're wrong. With an example.
But you don't know I'm wrong.
Awfully presumptive for someone who is supposed to have psychology degree.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Sunday 14th of February 2016 05:36:05 PM
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