Am I aromantic, or does my autism cause me to feel like classic āromanticā behaviors are inauthentic and Iām bad at performing them?
Am I aromantic or does the āfunā mutual teasing, the unspoken rules of dating, the ungraspable social game of it all feel terrifying, unintuitive, repulsive, prohibiting?
Am I aromantic, or are the steps just out of order for me?
I do love. Deeply, soul crushingly, intensely, earth-shakingly. I write poetry for my loves, enjoy holding hands with them, sharing my soul with them.
I enjoy living with them, cooking meals together, taking our kid/s to the park together, running errands together. It feels like home.
Am I aromantic if the only kind of love I create feels more like family than fireworks?
Companionship, safety, friendship to the max, affection, maybe even sex (though never necessary), but⦠somehow it just seems different, queerer, than how people describe their romances.
I do not know where best friend ends and lover begins, if there even is a difference. People insist there is. I have felt euphoria in the development of such friendships, so⦠are all my friends my lovers? Are my lovers all my friends? We all love each other, but not in the way thatās scary to tell somebody. āDonāt say I love you yet, itās too earlyā Scuse you, I DO love them and I WILL tell them, every time I feel it; the āI Love Youā will just grow deeper and richer over time, like a plant stretching roots down deep.
But somehow⦠when I say that, people say thatās different than romance. Weirder.
Maybe the categories are just too narrow for the breadth of the human experience.
Or maybe Iām just aromantic.
Hard tellin.



















