From the inbox #149

“A few months ago, I told my mom that I am an agendered demipanromantic asexual. She didn’t seem to care much about the demipan part but since that day, anytime I try to talk to her about me being asexual (and agendered), she looks at me as if in pity. She thinks I’m “going through a phase” because I was abused by my brother when I was little. I try to explain that I’ve always been an ace but she insists she knows my thoughts and feelings more than I. She knows I prefer “they”, but she acts as if it’s a crime to use it in font of people and refers to me by my sex. She says she supports me but the way she treats these topics is breaking me and just when I think it’s okay to talk with her about it like normal humans, she gets all sad and it’s like… why? Why are you sad that I’m not sexually attracted to people? I’m agendered because I don’t want to be defined by my genitals, thank you. Biologically I am female, and I have a girlfriend. Even though she didn’t seem to care about me being a demipanromantic, I fear telling her about it. It’s one thing to say you accept someone’s orientation, it’s another to actually do so. Please help me…”

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