The FWB, for those who don't know, stands for "friends with benefits". You and the other person are friends but are involved in the sexual aspects of a relationship, and may or may not date on a casual level.
I used to be an idealist not long ago when it came to love and relationships. I believed that I would find love, the perfect guy, be in a caring relationship, etc and mainly defined my happiness in terms of whether or not had a boyfriend. After many years of unsuccessful attempts to find a relationship, I began to realize that I was being too idealistic and decided to reexamine my priorities.
During the time when I had my first (and only) serious relationship, I discovered that I couldn't handle having to closely share my life with someone else. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy his company, which I did immensely. But there were times when I'd be tired of socializing with him (I have always required lots of social downtime) and had to fake maintaining my interest towards him. I found maintaining this relationship exciting and fun, but also exhausting and time consuming.
I'm not the kind of person who would ever get married or have children. I just don't ever view those things as priorities for 10 or even twenty years from now. I want to continue doing my presentations on autism and perhaps travel the world: having a husband and kids would only hinder my time, energy, flexibility and finances.
But I love friendship...especially deep, meaningful friendship. And I also love sex. My hormones, I believe, are much higher than the typical female my age, accounting for the mood swings I have, my acne prone skin, and yes, my *ahem* nymphomania.
I have had a number of FWBs over the past 2 years, most of whom I'm still very good friends with.
I place the emphasis, of course, on the friendship. I would never have sexual relations with anyone who I didn't know well (I never do one night or even two night stands) or someone who didn't think I was a fun, interesting person. In short, we have to be good friends in order for something to happen, because if in the rare event that something went wrong (i.e. pregnancy) I would have faith that the person would support me.
And of course, I have to be very attracted to the person: not just in terms of looks but also personality. I am very, very picky in this area.
Right now, I have two people that I would consider my main FWBs, plus 3-4 others that I keep in close touch with and see every once in a while.
I'm dating an amazing guy now...but we have very similar views on dating and have decided to leave it as a casual relationship. It's not a serious thing, we aren't "together" so to speak, but there is some level of committment. We can see other people if we want, but we mainly see each other. Usually we do something on the weekend and we hang out at each other's houses or at school (we attend the same university) during the week. Some of my friends think we're together...but in reality, I'm far from ready for a committment of that size.
I have a female FWB as well (I'm bisexual but prefer men). This was the above guy's ex-girlfriend (they dated a LONG time ago but are still good friends) who turned lesbian. We met through the above guy, got along fabulously and after a while, decided to experiment. Lesbian sex is interesting because we have all of the same parts, but it's not as exhiliarating as sex with a guy.
I'm just wondering if anyone here can relate to this. Anyone else here have FWBs or support this practice? Would it make sense for an Aspie to enter a FWB relationship rather than pursuing full on committment, either before a relationship or permanenly?
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Given a “tentative” diagnosis as a child as I needed services at school for what was later correctly discovered to be a major anxiety disorder.
This misdiagnosis caused me significant stress, which lessened upon finding out the truth about myself from my current and past long-term therapists - that I am an anxious and highly sensitive person but do not have an autism spectrum disorder.
My diagnoses - social anxiety disorder and obsessive-compulsive disorder.
I’m no longer involved with the ASD world.