Why I hate my grandmother
My grandmother is that woman who is always constantly belittling everything I do and say and telling me all the reasons why what Iām doing with my life is wrong.Ā
I just got off the phone with her and she asked me what I was doing in school. I told her I was still studying Japanese and Linguistics, and had to explain to her what linguistics was. She thought the study was completely pointless and I wouldnāt get a job in that field, of which I tried to correct her but she didnāt care. She then asked me what I was doing after graduation. I told her I was doing my Master of Research then going on to do my PhD, she proceeded to then gasp in utter shock and inform me that I would never find a job because I would be 25 by the time I finished my schooling.Ā
25 isnāt fucking old nan, 25 is pretty fucking young to be having a PhD, I still have literally the rest of my fucking life to get a job and work. I can work at the same time as studying, and I can also work for a bit then return to my studies so just shut up and take a fucking seat.
Then she proceeded to insist that after I turned 25 Iād fall in love and get pregnant and that after that my life was pretty much fucked and over totally. I said no nan that will never happen, Iām asexual I donāt want anyone to touch me so I wonāt get pregnant through sex.
Told meĀ āThat might change one dayā
Ahahaha no. Fucking no. Just no.Ā
Iāve always been this way, and I will always be this way. That wonāt ever fucking change no matter what guy I might meet.Ā
I told her asexuality doesnāt just disappear itās there forever. She kept laughing and told me how silly I was being and that it would all changeĀ āwhen I met the right boyā. I decided not to add girl on that list because god knows her reaction to that. She said, and I quote,Ā āoh the silly stuff you teenagers make up these daysā.
Look, I donāt mind the other stuff. I can handle be ridiculed by her and belittled in my every life decision, I can even handle her telling me wanting to get my PhD is a waste of time, even though that is something extremely important to me and Iād like her to at least pretend to be proud of me.
But thereās one thing I canāt stand, and thatāsĀ being told that Iām making my sexuality up, being insisted that it will change one day, and that Iām being silly burns my fucking soul and Iām sick to death of people not taking asexuality seriously. Like fuck you all you fucking fucks let me live my life without your bullshitĀ āinterventionsā. Iām not broken, Iām not stupid, Iām not being silly and my aversion to sex will never change. You do not know better than me. You are not me, you cannot possibly understand me and how I feel just because youāe older thereforeĀ āyou knowā. No one knows me better than me, and I know what I am. Stop trying to tell me Iām not.