For the end of AAW, I want to share a story:
A few years ago, I found out about asexuality and shortly realized I was demisexual. About a year after that discovery, I decided to tell my mom that I was ace (please note that this is a woman who once believed in christian gay conversion camps), I was a little nervous because this was kind of a split second decision for me. When I told her, she was a little confused and I gave her the definition. She kind of shrugged it off, so I just figured “oh well, at least she doesn’t hate me.” and we never really talked about it again.
It’s now three or four years later, and I decided this year to be outspoken about asexuality this week on Facebook as some of you might have seen. Well one day I had posted a picture I had made of the spectrum and put a little blurb with it. Later that evening, Facebook was brought up in conversation and my mom turns to me and says “Yeah, I saw your picture on Facebook and I was just getting ready to comment ‘that’s my girl, I’m so proud of you’ when a parent walked in” (she’s an onsite administrator for a home school center so she has to stop everything when a parent needs their attention. Also, she’s ADHD so she pretty much forgot until that later conversation),
So the moral of this story is that people change. Just because someone doesn’t accept your sexuality right off the bat doesn’t mean that they never will. The fact that over the years my mother has gone from believing in gay conversion therapy to accepting her 1 straight, 2 bisexual, and 1 asexual children shows that things can and do get better.
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