being an aroace person is hard sometimes. it can be exhausting. whether you’re comfortable with being aroace or not, it can be hard! finding media that’s comfortable to watch, setting boundaries with your partner(s) (if you have any of any kind!), educating others, dealing with the plethora of amatonormative shit that’s shoved in our faces… sometimes it’s isolating. I know for me personally, I’m still learning to love myself for being aroace because it’s fucking hard sometimes. sometimes I’ve never felt more alone, even though there’s so many people like me who advocate for self-love and have continuously proven that being aroace brings so much happiness; who break away from amatonormativity and have built such a strong community. and still, one way or another it can be hard.
this is your reminder that the entirety of you, you as an aroace person and you as *you*, are seen, valid and valued. there is nothing wrong with you. you are important and the way you experience the world, no matter where you fall on the aro/ace spectrum, is important. your comfort is important. you deserve to set boundaries with people you love for your own comfort, and to live in whichever aroace way that brings you joy without being forced to educate others first. you don’t owe anyone. so many people feel the same as you, so many people understand.
aroace joy is real. aroace joy thrives. and yeah, sometimes it’s really hard to get there, but it exists. I promise you you’re not alone, there’s so much happiness to be found in who you are. you are cherished. you are seen. you are loved.