- Aug 10, 2022
- 18
- 6
- Country
- Canada
- Gender
- Female
- Faith
- Pentecostal
- Marital Status
- Single
I'll immediately say that I don't really know which category this belongs in, and for that I'm sorry.
So, a bit of background: I'm 21 years old and have never so much as experienced having a crush on someone. As a young child, I just had this gut feeling I'd never fall in love. Now, don't mistake this for a sad story, I was never bothered by it; I can't feel loss for something I simply never had. (I actually think the notion that you need a romantic relationship to feel fulfilled is narrowminded.)
I do not like physical touch, and I find verbally expressing affection very stilted and embarrassing (I'm autistic, and while we aren't all like that, I am). I much prefer to spend quality time with my loved ones... which isn't bad, though it's simply not wife material.
Before I converted to Christianity, I associated with the LGBTQ+ community, since their terms "asexual" and "aromantic" resonated with me. This now doesn't sit that well with me, and I'm trying to pull my oar out of the water in that regard (which is awkward given many of my old friends identify with it somehow, but that's a separate issue), though I still believe those words accurately describe me. I felt justified in my lack of interest given the seventh chapter in 1 Corinthians.
So, everything was fine until I go to church one day, and a visiting pastor tells me (while praying over me for a totally unrelated medical issue that I was struggling to even get a diagnosis for, to make matters more confusing) "God has a husband for you." I didn't even reply for a while; the first thought on my mind was, "There must be a mistake here." He went on to give me the instructions "dream about your wedding" (I guess he knew I had written that off quite early in my life), and "don't look [for a husband]" (good, I wouldn't know where to begin to).
So, I tried to keep an open mind. Maybe I'm straight with taste so specific, not even I know what it is. (It can't technically be disproven unless I just live and die single.) But time goes on, and I just... I don't see it. I'm not interested, no two ways about it. There's nothing I want from any given relationship that I can't find in a family member or friend.
There's also the issue that I've never wanted children, and actually I've had a doctor tell me it'd be a bad idea for me to get pregnant (I have a certain birth defect in my circulatory system.) In addition to the physical detriment it would wreak on my body, I am just a bad fit for motherhood mentally. I have autism as I mentioned (and I mean absolutely no slight against autistic parents, in fact I was raised by a pair) which in my personal case means some pretty bad executive dysfunction, and getting overwhelmed easily. This, plus my dysthymia (or I guess persistent depressive disorder nowadays?), and most importantly the sheer fact that raising children does not interest me in the slightest (I have many other things I want to do in life), makes me a truly terrible candidate for being a parent. I'd lose my mind quickly, I know this about myself—I can hardly babysit without needing a break to be alone so I don't snap. I'm not even an impatient person otherwise; childcare is just a particular weakness I guess.
Anyway, I don't see what the point of me getting married is; it seems obvious to me that I would do way better with a best friend/roommate. It's been 10 or 11 months, and I've had more inner turmoil over this than I'd like to admit. I feel like one of two things will happen: 1. I'll stay single, and therefore be going against God's plan, which obviously I'm not trying to do, or 2. I won't stay single, which is making me feel like I'm being pushed to be someone I'm not.* Yes, yes, there's the chance I'll meet someone who changes my mind and it'll actually go fine... but what are the odds? What Christian guy is looking for some eccentric who doesn't actually want a romantic relationship or a family? I don't know, I'm struggling to see it. Not to mention I have a list of things I wouldn't tolerate in a partner long enough to go around the equator (though I'm not being a hypocrite; I fit them all myself.)
I don't even know what to do with this. I don't fit in with the asexuals/aromantics even if I did want to associate with that community, nor do I feel totally honest agreeing with the Christians who assume I'll be a wife/mother someday—and as a 21-year-old, my peers are either getting engaged or seemingly obsessed with the idea of it, so I feel very little commonality with them. I try to just forget it, but it's actually getting bothersome to me having the Schrödinger's cat of sexualities.
*Yes, I know what you're thinking: if it's God's plan, it is who I am... but the operative word is "feel."
So, a bit of background: I'm 21 years old and have never so much as experienced having a crush on someone. As a young child, I just had this gut feeling I'd never fall in love. Now, don't mistake this for a sad story, I was never bothered by it; I can't feel loss for something I simply never had. (I actually think the notion that you need a romantic relationship to feel fulfilled is narrowminded.)
I do not like physical touch, and I find verbally expressing affection very stilted and embarrassing (I'm autistic, and while we aren't all like that, I am). I much prefer to spend quality time with my loved ones... which isn't bad, though it's simply not wife material.
Before I converted to Christianity, I associated with the LGBTQ+ community, since their terms "asexual" and "aromantic" resonated with me. This now doesn't sit that well with me, and I'm trying to pull my oar out of the water in that regard (which is awkward given many of my old friends identify with it somehow, but that's a separate issue), though I still believe those words accurately describe me. I felt justified in my lack of interest given the seventh chapter in 1 Corinthians.
So, everything was fine until I go to church one day, and a visiting pastor tells me (while praying over me for a totally unrelated medical issue that I was struggling to even get a diagnosis for, to make matters more confusing) "God has a husband for you." I didn't even reply for a while; the first thought on my mind was, "There must be a mistake here." He went on to give me the instructions "dream about your wedding" (I guess he knew I had written that off quite early in my life), and "don't look [for a husband]" (good, I wouldn't know where to begin to).
So, I tried to keep an open mind. Maybe I'm straight with taste so specific, not even I know what it is. (It can't technically be disproven unless I just live and die single.) But time goes on, and I just... I don't see it. I'm not interested, no two ways about it. There's nothing I want from any given relationship that I can't find in a family member or friend.
There's also the issue that I've never wanted children, and actually I've had a doctor tell me it'd be a bad idea for me to get pregnant (I have a certain birth defect in my circulatory system.) In addition to the physical detriment it would wreak on my body, I am just a bad fit for motherhood mentally. I have autism as I mentioned (and I mean absolutely no slight against autistic parents, in fact I was raised by a pair) which in my personal case means some pretty bad executive dysfunction, and getting overwhelmed easily. This, plus my dysthymia (or I guess persistent depressive disorder nowadays?), and most importantly the sheer fact that raising children does not interest me in the slightest (I have many other things I want to do in life), makes me a truly terrible candidate for being a parent. I'd lose my mind quickly, I know this about myself—I can hardly babysit without needing a break to be alone so I don't snap. I'm not even an impatient person otherwise; childcare is just a particular weakness I guess.
Anyway, I don't see what the point of me getting married is; it seems obvious to me that I would do way better with a best friend/roommate. It's been 10 or 11 months, and I've had more inner turmoil over this than I'd like to admit. I feel like one of two things will happen: 1. I'll stay single, and therefore be going against God's plan, which obviously I'm not trying to do, or 2. I won't stay single, which is making me feel like I'm being pushed to be someone I'm not.* Yes, yes, there's the chance I'll meet someone who changes my mind and it'll actually go fine... but what are the odds? What Christian guy is looking for some eccentric who doesn't actually want a romantic relationship or a family? I don't know, I'm struggling to see it. Not to mention I have a list of things I wouldn't tolerate in a partner long enough to go around the equator (though I'm not being a hypocrite; I fit them all myself.)
I don't even know what to do with this. I don't fit in with the asexuals/aromantics even if I did want to associate with that community, nor do I feel totally honest agreeing with the Christians who assume I'll be a wife/mother someday—and as a 21-year-old, my peers are either getting engaged or seemingly obsessed with the idea of it, so I feel very little commonality with them. I try to just forget it, but it's actually getting bothersome to me having the Schrödinger's cat of sexualities.
*Yes, I know what you're thinking: if it's God's plan, it is who I am... but the operative word is "feel."