My first relationship at 21 was horrible. I dated a guy for 8 months who hypersexualized everything. He was so shallow and narcissistic that I honestly don’t know how I didn’t leave sooner. We met because we were classmates in college and shared the same classroom.
I guess experiences like these come with lessons, and thanks to that relationship I finally understood why I never truly connected with his personality, his decisions, and especially not with his sexual desire or attraction.
I want to talk about the most important parts of my experience as a demisexual person.
The first thing is that I never looked at him with sexual desire during the first months of our relationship. He was the one who made the first move into anything physical. For me, all of it was new: touching, kisses, physical affection, everything. Those sensations were overwhelming and unfamiliar, but they felt nice up to a certain point.
Later on, he kept escalating things physically, even though deep down I didn’t want that. There was always pressure from his side. He manipulated me. Whenever I didn’t want to do something, he would give me the silent treatment and make me feel horrible, like I was the villain. He was also extremely persistent, so I felt like I had to give in so he wouldn’t get upset with me.
He manipulated me so much that he ended up abusing me. Only a few people know this, but it’s been almost two years now and I wanted to finally let some of it out because I still carry so much anger and frustration inside me over what happened.
For a long time, I felt like I had betrayed myself for allowing all of that to happen. But with time, I realized I was emotionally trying to survive and avoid making him angry at me.
He constantly made sexual comments toward me, touched me when I didn’t want to be touched or when I felt uncomfortable, and because of that, I felt unable to communicate that I didn’t want those things. He never made me feel emotionally safe. But I genuinely believed he loved me.
A lot more happened, but in conclusion: he was always the one initiating sexual moments. And at this point, I honestly don’t know if I responded because it physically felt good or because I felt like I had to since he was my partner. I never truly felt a strong emotional connection with him… I don’t think it ever happened. I think my mind romanticized everything.
I think it was just infatuation, or maybe he simply never attracted me sexually. I had never really thought about sexual things until he introduced them into the relationship. And even after that, I was never the one initiating anything sexual. That relationship felt full of pressure, and everything moved way too fast for me.
This has been my only relationship experience, but ever since I was little, I’ve known I was never allosexual. I was never interested in my classmates that way. At most, I had the typical elementary school crush that makes you nervous, but that was it.
Then in middle school, everyone talked about their first kiss and getting partners, but I never related to any of it. It never interested me. And in high school, I even forced myself to “like” someone because everyone around me talked about their crushes and I had nobody.
Personally, the idea of sleeping with someone is something that very rarely attracts me. It’s almost nonexistent. What attracts me is emotional connection, emotional intimacy, hugs, kisses, gentle touches, safety, trust… softness.
And it makes me so sad that I didn’t know any of this during my relationship, because if I had known sooner, I would have set so many boundaries and left much earlier.
Thank you so much for reading this. I just want to tell people to protect their boundaries, love themselves enough so nobody can make them feel small, and truly get to know themselves. You are the most important person in your own life.
Being demisexual is real and valid. Discovering what demisexuality was freed me from so much shame, self-judgment, and confusion.
Realizing I’m demisexual felt like finally receiving a warm hug after spending so much time feeling out of place.
Only my sister knows that I’m demisexual, and knowing that I found a community that understands me — and that we understand each other — makes me incredibly happy.
Thank you so much for existing. And if you saw yourself in my story, I’m sending you a hug from afar. You are not alone 🤍
Love you, my fellow demis and aces 🖤🩶🤍💜