My story is fairly non-descript, and honestly I think I'm writing it more for me than anyone else.

I was born in church, my mother coming from pioneer stock and my dad a convert since his late teens.  I grew and had developed into quite a Molly Mormon by my late teens.  I explored a bit at about 17, but I think I had caught onto the "new age" popularity of the time, and eventually came back. 

I served a mission, was released early because of depression. I had the good fortune of having a psychologist for an MP, and to have a psychiatrist on a service mission in my area at the same time.  This also lead to a diagnoses for another longstanding hormonal issue.

At about twenty five I determined was non-sexual. I've always had issues with the notion of sex.  Now, I like sensuality fine, mind, but the notion of actual intercourse still bothers me.   After alot of consideration, I came to accept this... and felt so happy. The pressure to find a husband i wasn't sure I wanted was off.

Of course, this raised the issue of the role of an asexual woman in Mormonism.  I mean... I'm abstinant, so I'm not breaking any rules...  Except, according to the Church, marriage isn't only encouraged, it's INTEGRAL. >_< Children, if possible, are integral... And I wanted neither.

To be honest, by the time I came to this conclusion I'd been inactive thanks ot my location in Iraq. I've never really been able to get myself to go back. It wasn't so much a matter of faith, just a matter of not wanting to go.  Well, that and I often had to work at the time my ward met.

Oi. I'm passing out, and will work on this more at my next opportunity. Saving here, incase my computer decides to restart.