i think a lot about the loneliness of being aromantic. because it's something that's so profound, right? you're told your whole life that you need something to make you happy, to make you complete, to give you connection with other people, and when you realize you're aro, that's torn away from you. everything you've been raised to want is no longer something that will fulfill you. you are not built to be happy. and it gets better with time, it does! you restructure your world view, bit by bit, and the sting fades, but... i don't think it ever truly goes away. it's hard to express, because i love being aro, and i'm happy being aro, i wouldn't want to be any other way, but at the same time. there is such a profound heartbreak to knowing that you will never be someone's most important person in a society that values romance. that you'll never get the happy ever after that you were promised as a child. and you know you can be happy. but there's a lifetime of amatonormativity that lives in your brain and tells you that you can't.
For me, the loneliness never came from knowing that I'd never have someone special like that in my life. I didn't want that. I didn't care for it. The thought of spending my entire life with someone like that just didn't occur to me.
No, the loneliness I felt when I was younger was more an isolation from not knowing anyone like me. I was constantly surrounded by people who were into romance while I had no interest. I realise now that I'm loveless, but at the time I hadn't even heard of aromanticism.
When I first found the aro community in early 2016, it was the first time I felt like I truly belonged somewhere. And that sense of loneliness and isolation disappeared. Because I had found my people.












