I put on the thin paper gown and placed my feet in the stirrups on the table. I heard a knock on the door, and within seconds the doctor walked in. She did what any doctor would do and began asking questions regarding my health.

"Is there a history of breast cancer in your family?"

"Yes."

"Cervical cancer?"

"No."

"Are you sexually active?"

"No, I'm actually asexual."

I expected her to continue the intake as normal, but the exact opposite happened. Instead, I was met with judgment and invalidation in regard to my orientation.

"You just haven't met the right person yet," she said. "When you do, you'll have sex, don't worry."

I simply nodded and hoped she would continue the examination. I didn't feel like having to prove myself, yet again, especially since I've spent so much of my life trying to justify my asexual orientation.

Asexuality, according to the Trevor Project, is "an umbrella term and exists on a spectrum. Asexual