example how aspie + lesbian can complicate matters further:
When I was a kid, I hung out with only boys cuz girls were too cliquish and I was odd, so they boys accepted me as one of the guys
Then when I hit puberty, I just moved into a new school and I refused to dress out for gym and got an F in P.E. for the whole time I was in middle school because I was sexually attracted to the other female students and noticed this when we were in the dressing room together. Well being aspie, I did not realize that I was bi or lesbian...instead I was convinced that if I was attracted to them, they must feel the same way about me...which made me feel weird when I dressed out, so I just did not dress out. Then for all of middle school and part of high school, I was afraid that people thought I was gay...totally unaware that I am. Nobody ever asked me about it, I never heard any rumors about it, but I was so out of touch with myself and how I felt, I projected my feelings about being gay onto other people. In my mind, my perception of other students played out how I felt about myself.
I did not discover that I was bisexual or lesbian (not sure which) until I went to college and I met a woman that was bisexual too and she flirted with me alot...and it felt amazingly natrual. I thought about what it would be like to be in a sexual relationship with a woman and to my amazement, it did not bother me. Talk about a shock! Well it made my childhood struggles make more sense. It was a shock for my family too...but out of some of the coming out horror stories I heard...mine was not too bad...more annoying than anything. My family never knew what to expect from me anyway, so being lesbian/bi did not totally rock their boat. My mom told me not to tell anyone else, then she took it upon herself to tell everyone else. When my brother heard, he said "it is just another way for her to be weird...she will get over it", my sister quoted the bible's point of view on the subject, but since she was not really religious...it wasn't that big of a deal to me, and my father blamed himself for me being lesbain/bi which I let him believe that because he was an abusive sob.
As for my natural father who is a fire breathing, bible thumping penicostal....ummm I am not going to come out to him. It wont serve any purpose. He will worry about me going to hell and probably cut off any contact with me. It kinda pisses me off at a very deep level that he will never accept this about me, and our relationship has suffered because I have distanced myself from him since.
As far as LGBT groups go, I have to agree there are so many unspoken rules that are more complicated than the general population. Like one guy asked me if I was lesbian, I said no I am bi...he said, you must be a fence rider then cant decide to be queer or straight.
which pissed me off, but because of my social problems, I did not think of a response to that till a month later. By then it is waaaay to late for a snappy come back.
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