The female life trials in a relationship with a Dismissive Avoidant.
09:45. Wednesday morning. I decided to ask the question that I have learned had attached to it a level of potentially contentious complexity that would make those studying the Art of War to consider overly tactical.
As per the usual routine, I emerged from our shared bedroom after getting prepared for the day. Nothing out of the ordinary. The same benign back and forth of pleasantries prior. However, like the proverbial elephant in the room trying to pretend it is not there by covering its increasing girth with a strangely shrinking area rug, this particular part of our cohabitation has turned into this relationship’s third party.
Normality rarely induces the need to dedicate laborious mental energy to it, so I will do no patronizing preempts on how this comes about. It is slow. Suctioning. Sequestering. And potentially dismal.
By ‘this’, I mean the inverse correlation between love and sex within a Dismissive Avoidant (DA). Let’s be clear off the start, I am by no means any type of therapist. I live through experiential learning, and it prompts what types of research questions which seem to come from it in order for me to dive in and make sense of the cluster fuck it is imposing on my experience. I live by the mindset that if I don’t make…
