i wanted to talk about "growing up aro with no words for it" again.
my parents kinda left me alone, emotionally. didn't have cable TV, didn't really approve of the aerial anyway, put me in school a year early where i was bullied a lot. so i had few friends, and i never really saw the point of being a 'nice' person to anyone, since nearly everyone was trash.
we got older and learned about sex, and it seemed to me like romance wasn't real. it was more of a game about sex, or a polite way of speaking about it.
in university, i made a new start. i met some real people doing real things, and like, it gradually dawned on me that maybe i am trash. maybe only i am trash, here.
back in school, i had withdrawn from everyone. i never noticed if my high-school classmates became non-trash before graduation, and once out, i never planned on attending a reunion (still haven't)… because everyone had been trash once.
but the university people seemed nicer? nicer than i deserved??
so i started working on being better. but i still felt like a simulation of a human, not a real person. somewhere in the middle of the puzzle, there was a missing piece. i just didn't get romance.
time moves on, so i went out in the world, and got in a romantic relationship where i didn't feel like i was entirely in sync with the "romance" my partner seemed to feel. i assumed it was depression (something else threaded through my life, pulled by the needle of 'everyone is trash.')
it was only when i wanted to learn more about asexuality, and some were emphasizing their romantic capacity, that i began to wonder: "what would be the point?" why would anyone perform the romance, if not for sex? and under that rock, i finally found aromantic allosexual.
it was a relief. it explained everything. but it opened up new pain, because now i understood those 'weird' past encounters where i couldn't offer people support for their breakups. i hadn't believed they were suffering, because i didn't believe in the reality of romance.
i had never felt broken myself; i always thought the concept of romance was broken. and that other people were broken, or maybe that there was some sort of cosmic kick-me sign on me. i was, above all else, confused and egocentric.
i still wonder how my life might have turned, if i'd found the aro label sooner. or maybe, if i had been able to make a new start earlier.