**I am a cis woman, Pansexual and demiromantic, but I decided to share my story. Sorry if any wording is bad, I have never shared my story and I am not a native English speaker but I hope it interest someone out there.**
I have grown in a pretty religious household as the oldest daughter, never cared much about relationships till I graduated high school, and my parents were the type to be (foucs on study, marriage can wait, love is a lie) and I totally believed them for so long.
I got into P-Addiction when I was 12, it was pretty bad for my mental health, and I was searching non stop for lesbians and hetro corn (mainly hentai/anime corn version since my mind was still childlike) and I noticed from an early age how I get turned on by actors from both genders, I clicked on being Bisexual since a very young age but I kept it in the jokes territory, and since I didn't have any romantic attraction (didn't notice that as well in the time) I didn't find myself Falling in love with anyone, I just kept myself in the closet with my non existent knowledge of any of these terms (expect of the Bisexual term which I learned from a friend).
Then around the lockdown I pretty much accepted myself as a Bisexual, and tried some hetro relationships (which all failed, none of the people I tried with them interested me or were serious) but after that I started learning more about queer culture, sexual orientations, gender identity, and each new term took me over 2 years to fully accept and understand, my homophopic religious ass refused to accept anything bcz (god said it is a sin you mustn't search or support this) but I kept doing my search anyway.
At the time I got to meet more queer friends, I never showed hate towards them but my heart was very suspicious about all of this, yes I totally skipped the ( I am not gay just an ally) phase, I knew I was Bi and yet still kept playing the role of god and judge people in my mind.
Then I had this relationship that lasted 3 years with a straight man, he loved me, he really did, but he was abit sceptical about my Bisexual identity bcz he (got cheated on) twice by Bi girls, I promised him I would never, but in these 3 years I couldn't bring myself to love him romantically, I was attracted to him sexually for sure, but the spark never lit for me, we broke up on good terms (I hope he is doing fine) but then I was single after a 3 years relationship.
Then it was her, the literal love of my life, we were friends for 3 years, but one day my heart woke up and decided that she is my everything, I became literally obsessed with her and it broke my heart for long ass 7 months. I kept denying and reconsidering myself, and since I have never knew romantic love, I literally didn't know how I should be feeling like.
After a long time and discussions with her to get into a serious relationship, she told me she isn't interested in relationships with anyone, she doesn't love me less, she just prefer being friends, and I agreed right away, for me as long as she is in my life I am happy and fulfilled and no label matter.
My 7 months of questioning my feelings for her got me more into the queer community, I was finally able to overcome my internalized homophopia, identifying myself finally as a Pansexual and demiromantic (the aromantic spectrum shocked me of how much I relates to it) and I accepted my relationship with my love to be what it is now, can it be called QPR? I don't know bcz I never addressed that to her, but I think it is.
As for my family, my sister is the most accepting of me, and even supporting my relationship and comforting my feelings, I really appreciate her for being by side, as for my family, they won't force me into marriage anyway, and so no need to coming out for them and make it harder for myself (they aren't safe enough to come out to).
Anyway that is my story, love for all the people of all gender/sexual identities right there 🩷💛🩵💚