Fascinating thread, and intriguing responses.
R27 and R36 both raise excellent points. Both trouble me sometimes, as a virginal possibly-asexual and autistic reclusive adult female singleton. In health and left to my own devices, I’m very content by myself and prefer my own company, always have; often I find others exhausting, stressful to be around, or confusing to the point of upset. I was the kid at school who sat alone with a book or played imaginary games by myself.
But there are days I wonder if I’ll make it through life’s trials with no-one in my life. What if I, knock on wood, get seriously ill—who’ll hold my hand at the hospital? What if I become homeless—who’ll let me stay with them indefinitely? What if I am being harassed—who’ll come to my defence and help me cope? What happens if my parents die or my few remaining blood relatives cut me off? There is no social safety net or support in my life, and while I might prefer it that way from a comfort perspective, I understand that it could one day present a problem. I’m not interested in dating, especially not men, but when someone creepy is in my vicinity and disturbing or harassing me I do get the appeal of being able to call on a strong partner as a threat. It’s the little things like that.
There is also the matter of wrongful assumption. Those who don’t take lovers or friends are avoided by society as a kneejerk reaction, for fear that there’s something amiss with them psychologically. It doesn’t occur to those who don’t know me that there’s nothing inhumane or monstrous about me, and maybe I’m just avoiding them first...
It’s a lot to consider, but still probably less stressful than negotiating an actual relationship (I wouldn’t know). People have started to offer to set me up, warn me about ‘the Clock’, and tut “what will people THINK?” about my status. I feel apathetic and ambivalent and detached about it all, same as I did when boys & girls alike would clumsily try to ask me out in our teens. I know I should care and I should feel pressure, but I just don’t. Sometimes I wonder whether I could be emotionally or developmentally delayed in some way—in terms of my inner values and priorities and desires, I feel more like a thirteen year-old rather twenty-eight year old.
And the strangest part of all is that I do think and fantasies about intimate relationships often—just not involving me. I voraciously read stories and watch movies about couples, and vicariously enjoy it thoroughly (it’s like emotional porn). Imagining myself with someone in any capacity closer than casual friendship is really difficult for me, and somewhat scary and abhorrent too. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, and I think therapy to figure it all out would take years and cost thousands!
We make the best of what we can inside our own frame, I guess.