Since telling my Mum that I considered myself ace, I already noticed that she was a bit⦠too interested, if you want to say it like that. Asking for āsignsā, or how being ace feels like⦠I tried to answer her to the best of my ability, giving her links to websites that would explain better as I ever could.
Today she said, very quietly, āDo you think I could be ace, too?ā
And I said very carefully āIf you think it suits you, I donāt see why notā
And my Mum, my strong, self-confident Mum, who never onceĀ has ever felt uncomfortable in her own skin as far as I know, beamed in relief. Relief.Ā
Ā Because she never knew. Because getting married young and bearing children for her husband (meaning sex) was expected of her. Because everyone gave her the feeling as if something would beĀ wrong or broken about her if she didnāt want, didnāt do that.
Because her whole life long, she thought there was something wrong with her.
Iām honestly torn between feeling happy and relieved for her, and angry that humanity has such trouble with showing some understanding to those who donāt fit in the boxes society has designed for all of us.