I was numb to everything and yet so intensely raw. Within an hour I’d called my mother for help, still sobbing, and five hours after that her doctor had prescribed me a bottle of antidepressants, the first necessary tool to pull me out of what I would eventually recognize as withdrawal from my drug of choice: Love.

For a brief definition, demisexual is considered somewhere on the scale of asexuality. It’s not that demisexuals have no interest in sex whatsoever, it’s that they require an established relationship of trust and connection to turn that switch on. Because of this interesting sexual quirk, there are a few scenarios the demisexual may find familiar:

I once had a palm reader tell me that I didn't get enough hugs and kisses as a child. This statement offended my mother at the time. She insisted that I had been given plenty of love and attention as a child. However, in retrospect, I've realized that my palm reader might not have been entirely incorrect.

As my astrologer explained I was already following my Scorpio-inspired life theme by sharing esoteric and metaphysical truths with the world via my tarot card readings, new age-style yoga classes, and energy healing, I nodded silently to the phone in agreement. He then continued to reveal that I also have a divine purpose to share my unique spiritual understanding of sexuality with the world.