I'm nearly 30 & I've recently moved out. It's a small care home which is very good – yes I know I said this would never happen but, well, things do)
As someone said, I’m now finding out who * I* am; i'm not just my parents' daughter anymore.
I believe I may like a little from column A & a little from column B. <= =>
I've never had *actual* sex, because stiffness means I can hardly move & it would more than likely be painful. I doubt I will both because of this & because no-one has shown any interest. My interests are very odd for a woman & aren't conducive to getting much, if any, sex anyway. I've done the girly version, & would have had a repeat performance had she not been such a nasty piece of work that I had to cut contact.
I had, & still have, a gargantuan crush on a certain older singer – not in a creepy way --, & wish to find someone who is similar in looks, if at all possible.
1 – When I say older, I mean older; I’m talking white-haired folky hippie witchy (wo)man with voice of a Siren. I am dreading the questions – “is that one of your relatives??”
2-- The carers I’m closest to know of my supposed leanings, (as does my mum, who never ceases teasing me – good-naturedly, though) & one carer I am close with is going to help me sign up to a dating site & plans to chaperone if she's allowed.
3-- I’m worried I will be asked to leave the home if/when I bring someone of the same gender back. I know this home wasn't where I planned to live but my needs are catered for surprisingly well & I see staff & residents as “adoptive family”. The other place I was offered was crapuscular, & didn't even do the basics.
Had I not been disabled, I could've either come to terms with what I may be or boxed it up & forgot all about it. This is eating me up inside.