Page 88 of Finding His Happiness
His research had clearly taken a turn from porn to romance novels...which meant I needed to come up with a new list of questions for him.
“We can figure that out, but all you’ve told me so far is that you have a male partner and he’s important to you.” Dr. Sheppard’s response had Ferris relaxing back into me. Our interesting doctor seemed to understand we’d made progress but he continued to poke at it. “There are other options that might feel better for you, or you might not want any label at all.”
Oh, that sigh.
“I need one. People are nosy.” I managed not to react as Ferris turned and frowned at me. “And some people are too nice.”
I didn’t need him to have a label but he couldnotcomprehend that perspective.
I was hoping Dr. Sheppard could help with that explanation eventually.
“If having a label would make your life easier, we can find one for you that fits better than just saying gay.” Dr. Sheppard didn’t react as he spoke but I could see the tiniest flick in his eyes that said he noticed how Ferris had started stroking my chest. “How about we make a list and let you do some research before the next time we chat?”
Whatever Ferris had been expecting, that hadn’t been it. “I’ve...I’ve done some research but I don’t think pansexual or demisexual fits me.”
Dr. Sheppard smiled. “Those were great places to start your research.”
Oh, my cute praise junkie couldn’t help but love that response. “I... Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I didn’t know if Dr. Sheppard knew he’d pleased Ferris but he didn’t show one way or another. “Have you run into the term autisexual in your research?”
I had.
Ferris went still before shaking his head. “No.”
It was going to be a long day of drama and research, but eventually my boy would actually talk about it because taking care of me was the most important thing in his life...and since his happiness was mine, I’d push until he realized that meant taking care of him.
It was a circle we went in on a weekly basis, but I loved every stubborn second of it because there would always be a point where he realized how special I knew he was. It’d spark in his eyes and he’d feel it...happiness and love.
I’d never complain about a circle that always went right back to where we started...the definition of happiness.
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The LGBTQIA+ wiki explains that autisexual is a sexual orientation on the asexual spectrum defined as when one's autism greatly affects one's sexuality, or how one experiences sexual attraction.
No two people are ever the same, but for Ferris, his autism and his sexuality are strongly tied together. Being understood and accepted means more to him than body parts and orgasms, and his wonderful Master loves that about him.
Some people need labels to be happy...Ferris just needs Palmer.
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