Readydaer wrote:
I see them as not much more than tools and curiosities
I don't know your parents or your situation, but I think it's relevant to be aware that other people, such as your parents, have their own interests, wants and needs as well.
Are your parents supportive of your interests?
ToughDiamond wrote:
Typically I'm OK alone for a couple of days or so, after that my enthusiasm for everything starts to wane, even for music. It's called loneliness. Once I've got the company of my loved ones back after a long time apart, I'm fascinated by everything around me and my brain goes into overdrive...
I'm 42 and live with my parents. I currently have my computer set up in the living room/dining room area, so I can be near my parents while I draw on Photoshop. I'm lucky that my mother is very supportive of my interests. My stepfather has long despised all of my interests, including the ones he himself introduced me to, but he does usually let me engage in them.
I don't get excited about seeing other people, but I can enjoy spending recreational time with them. Sometimes, I just wish I could get my creative fix beforehand. I have OCD, poor time management skills, am easily distracted and generally find it a very frustrating struggle trying to get all the things I need to do done so that i can actually sit down and draw. I refer to this, hyperbolically, as "The War."
When I finally get done fighting "The War" and slump down, exhausted, to start doing what I actually want to do, the idea that somebody, such as a significant other of some sort, could pull the "our relationship is more important than your interest" card and force me to stop sounds horrifying and would fill me with despair. This could be, in part, because, before I came to the conclusion I was asexual/aromantic, I lived with a very controlling girlfriend who scheduled our entire lives. Once, she scheduled a date and time for us both to draw, but when we reached that time and sat down with our sketchbooks, she very suddenly insisted that we do something else instead, and when I still wanted to draw, she was enraged.