I Have Only Recently Learnt That I Might Be Asexual But I Think It Will Take Some Time And A Lot More

I have only recently learnt that I might be asexual but I think it will take some time and a lot more introspection to fully claim the word but I think the major reason I preferred written smut over visual is because in the written form, someone would actually be explaining what the characters were feeling in that moment. I was(and still am) so clueless about what sexual attraction feels like that I had to have someone explain to me step-by-step what sex would actually feel like. 

Does this make sense to you? If it does please respond and I would love to hear about your experiences too.

I would rather have my cat out and about than cooped up inside. Not everyone can afford to have houses big enough for the cat not to be suffocated. Cats can’t be compare to toddlers here - they are solitary beings and they need to be where they want to be. If you were made to spend your entire life in one place and you were forbidden to go outside, would you not be driven to madness? Would you not like to be the one to decide your own comings and goings?

Who are you to confine an animal with your suffocating overprotectiveness? Who are you to put leashes on cats? 

i'm gonna be real with you guys i do not give a shit about people "stealing" outdoor cats. i don't feel bad for people who let their cat free roam and found out that someone down the block unknowingly took it in because it was neglected enough for them to think it was a stray.

Standing in a bank and being gripped by intense panic when you remember you have friends that send you posts with seemingly innocent videos that suddenly evolve into filthy moans.

Did all readers grow obsessed with books because they just liked it so much or majorly because it helped them escape unpleasant realities which turned into an unhealthy avoidant coping mechanism that ultimately did more good than harm?

I'm realising that's what I was doing the whole time and have yet to understand what those unpleasant realities even where.

For those of you who have actually been to therapy, I have a question - where there instances when you realized that something that happened or something someone did actually deeply hurt you only after your therapist explained it to you?