I’m not usually one to do really deep, pained posts, but I just saw something that hurt me and I don’t want to keep it silent and stuffed away, because I deserve to talk about this. Every aromantic person does.
So I was on this blog, just looking around because it’s very nice, and I stumbled on this ask the person got about relationships in college. They answered that they had never been in a serious relationship and how they had casual flings. They ended it with talking about how they met someone that they’re really connecting with, and how they can open up to them, how they’re finally doing something really “human”.
And seeing things like that, seeing romance being equated to humanity, I don’t think people realize how much that hurts to aromantics. It feels like small knives getting thrown into you, and the more you see those remarks, the more knives you get stabbed in you. It just builds up, more and more, until you break and drown in your self hatred again. And when someone you trust says a tiny thing like that, like a friend, the knifes go into your back instead of your front. And it hurts much worse.
And what really freaking sucks is that society doesn’t care. Aromanticism is barely known to anybody. Everyone is so used to the idea that romance = everything that if you dare to deviate away from that, you’re wrong and strange and unnatural. You’re considered disgusting, a freak, and worst of all, a monster.
Even the most open-minded, friendly people often see aromanticism as something terrible and sad, something that needs to be fixed, because oh it’s okay sweetie, you’ll find someone, you won’t be lonely and unhappy forever.
But being alone isn’t equal to unhappiness, and I’m so tired of the world insisting that it is, that you can’t possibly have a good, fulfilling life without romance. I’m so exhausted of going through this day by day, waiting for society to care about us. Even though there’s been a little progress, it’s still so tiny, and I. Am. Tired.
I’m so angry that I’m supposed to just sit here and take all these little insults like they aren’t literally demonizing a part of who I am. I’m furious that aromantics haven’t gotten proper attention, and still aren’t getting it. I’m TIRED of everyone claiming they care about us, when they just join the crowd and kick us down the next moment. When they say they support your aromanticism, then go on to talk about how it’s sad that the old man is sitting by himself at the park, when he could have a romantic lover at his side instead.
Aromantics have so much expected from them that no one wants to give back. We’re supposed to suck it up, be happy for romance, even when it reminds us of how society considers us as monsters. We’re expected to put on smiles, force ourselves to watch that movie that puts romance on the highest pedestal. If a friend has a wedding, we need to congratulate them in bright spirits, because if we don’t we’re horrible, mean people that have no soul.
Being aromantic itself in this kind of society is already crushing, but then you also have all of us that have intersecting identities, like if you’re a person of color or mentally ill. And all of this demonization and negativity skyrockets if you’re aromantic but not asexual, because sex is so heavily stigmatized and taboo, and if you like sex but not romance, you’re the absolute worst kind of monster. Because you must be heartless and enjoy using people for their bodies, right? You can take it from me, someone who is bisexual and aromantic, who has seen the awful stereotypes people speak of those orientations, how they’re so eerily similar.
Romance doesn’t equate to being a human being. Aromanticism is not a screw up in our biology or a flaw that needs to be cured. It doesn’t make us freaks, or monsters, or sob stories. It’s just who we are. We don’t feel romantic attraction, and often don’t enjoy romance either, and that’s okay. We don’t deserve all this hatred, this self loathing society creates in us. It’s okay to drift away from the norm, from what everyone wants you to be. It’s okay to have flings and not relationships.
Romance is not a goal you must achieve to be wonderful.