Fully!

When I was 17 and trying to be discreet my mum slowly worked it out of me. When I was 18 and learned what asexuality was and broke it to my parents my dad read up about it to understand it more.

When my boyfriend and I first started getting serious and he'd spend the odd weekend here, my mum would occasionally ask "when are we seeing [his name] again?"

She eventually succumbed to Alzheimer's, but she never lost her loving nature. She was the salt of the earth - a role model for kindness and compassion who I was lucky to be raised by. I wish that for everyone.