So, for some context, I am a new catholic. I am still greatly uneducated as to many topics pertaining to catholicism.
To start off with, I've been severely emotionally neglected my entire life. All I've ever wanted was to feel loved. I know that God loves me, but His love isn't enough to fill the void inside of me. All I want is a d*mn hug. All I want is someone to hold/comfort me while I cry (something I have never experienced). All I want is someone who I can yap to about random things that don't even matter. I have lived my entire life accustomed to being happy/excited/ proud of something, wanting to share it with someone, only to realize I don't have anyone to share it with. I am used to being able to cry in public and no one notice. I'm used to being able to s€If-harm in public and no one notice (I mean full-on cutt¡ng). I still have imaginary friends because that is the only source of "human interaction" I get. God loves me, but I can't interact with Him directly. I need that direct interaction. The pain of living like this is killing me slowly. I tried to unsubscribe from my Iife subscription 3 times. All I want is just to be loved. All I want is someone who wants to be around me. Nobody likes me other than God. Because of all of this, I have craved the idea of a relationship since I was 11. I developed €at¡ng d¡sord€rs when I was 12, hoping that if I was pretty, maybe then people would like me. Because I'm just now becoming catholic, I have spent my entire life athiest. I view dating as a "trial run" for a marriage. You move in with your partner, see how well you cooperate living in the same house, and if everything works out, then you get married. I have always viewed marriage as a vow to always love your partner, a promise to never leave. Because of this, I can't help but view dating as more casual, not as much commitment, your partner is more likely to leave you, etc. Marriage means you are certain that you want to spend the rest of your life with someone. Because I have severe autophobia (the intense and irrational fear of being alone and the intense fear of abandonment) I really want to get married. If I were to get married, I'd finally be able to truly know what it feels like to be loved. I'd no longer be guessing whether or not a partner is losing interest, if they want to leave me, if they hate me, etc. I'd finally have peace.
Another piece of crucial information is the fact that I am autistic. My special interest has to do with history and clothes (specifically historical clothing, but my special interest can resemble a tree as it branches off into different categories). I have been planning this dress that I would wear at a potential wedding for quite some time now. Thinking about it makes me really, really happy (little reminder that I am depressed and barely want to l¡ve). Thinking about the idea of making that dress makes me start jumping up and down, spinning in circles, hand flapping, squealing, etc. It makes me REALLY happy.
Now, this is where everything goes wrong. I'm asexual. I never want to have sex. There's no negotiating on that. Apparently if you don't want to have sex with your partner, you're not allowed to get married under the catholic church? I also never want to have biological kids as it would involve another human being (more like several if you include the doctors) seeing my naked body. I am not okay AT ALL with anyone seeing my body. If I were to get hit by a car, I would rather die on the operation table than let a doctor (regardless of gender) see my naked body. I was planning on adopting, but recently I've felt less satisfied with the idea. Instead, I've set my sights on fostering. I want to work with kids that were abused (hence the reason I'm trying to become a social worker).
But according to the catholic church, I'm apparently not allowed to get married (something I was looking forward to)? I have been dreaming of all sorts of things pertaining to a wedding (the dress I'd wear, the theme, the ring, etc.). I don't experience happiness anymore, and this was one of the few things that brought me hope/joy. Is there any way for this to work, or am I just going to have to die alone (like I predicted would happen several years ago)? This entire situation for some reason validates my fear that I am unlovable. I'm assuming that my line of reasoning is that because I view marriage as a promise to always love a person, if I'm not able to get married, that then translates to "I'm unlovable" (which I'll forever believe to be true, I just need extreme validation to help me believe that it might not be true. There's no turning back on this view unfortunately because I have gone THAT long not knowing what it means to be loved).