Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the future, probably because it’s the holidays, and also partially because of the relapse. Prior to relapsing I actually had a lot of hope that I could date, find someone, settle down, and have a semi-normal life. I’ve been married, and while I would get married again, it isn’t a priority for me. I just want someone that I mesh well with, who makes me happy, that I can make happy, too. I had plans for my career, and life in general. If there is one thing I tend to do, is overthink, and over mentally prepare.
Then life was like, “Hey, how about you try to do everything you want to do, but with this busted up body instead?”
My first thoughts were about school and work, because I’m an independent person. I’ll deal with the school situation more in depth in a later blog. The last thing I started to think about, was dating. I wanted to find someone I could at the very least, get along with, and live with. My heart has so much to give, but now I was left wondering how it would pan out as my health issues shifted.
First and foremost, the wheelchair situation. Right now, I’m using a walker periodically, or my dog with a harness. Neither works super well since I have coordination issues that include a foot drop. When I walk without assistance, I look like a drug zombie, who has pooped her pants, and also appears to be shivering from being cold. Even with assistance, I have to take a ton of breaks, and I still look ridiculous. I fell a few times last night, and it was super embarrassing. One guy mistook me for homeless (I was wearing jeans and a decent shirt, but whatever). Another group thought I was drunk. I just took a deep breath and reminded myself that the wheelchair process had begun.
But is a wheelchair going to draw less attention? Won’t people see me and look away? What guy is going to be able to see past the chair?
I know there are plenty of people in wheelchairs who have significant others, but how does one find these people? I also know that I’m lucky that I can walk, just not well enough to do it safely. The chair is for those weak days, or relapses like I’m in now where walking is significantly challenging. I’ve discussed the “friend” I have, and while he has said the chair will just increase the things I can do, I still feel as though it’s going to change things. We will always be in each others lives, he’s truly my best friend, but I don’t think he looks at me as dateable. He’s seen me do chemo, fall down, relapse, seize…I’ve pretty much ruled out my viability as a long-term partner.
So who would take all of this nonsense on?
I’ve been told that I shouldn’t date, because it isn’t fair to put someone else through dealing with my illness. This is something I always fought back against, since it would be the other person’s choice to be with me. Lately, though, I’ve wondered if that statement was also meant to protect me. I could find someone, who is wonderful, but when things shift with my health, will they still be there? Perhaps the suggestion that I shouldn’t date, is more meant to protect me from being hurt when I’m the most vulnerable.
Is there a right way to date as a sick chick?
I don’t know. One thing I always am, is up front. If I meet a guy for coffee or dinner, I warn them ahead of time that I won’t be super hungry. Usually I order a drink, but I avoid ordering food, or I order something small. Then I explain why I’m not eating it. Some guys take it in stride, others have faked work emergencies and left. (I’m not lying about the second part…I was walking home, and he was walking to his car, in the same direction, but he didn’t even say a word to me.) I could have called him out on it, but I didn’t. I was polite. waited to see if he’d call or text, and when he didn’t, I let it go. For future reference, though, this isn’t the best way to treat the situation. At least finish appetizers, say you enjoyed the company, and hell, at least send a text that said you had fun, but that you didn’t feel a connection. Tell me I’m a great person, and I’ll survive.
Sick chicks, don’t be ashamed of your medications. I will take them in front of people, and if they ask, I’ll tell them what I’m taking, and even why. It used to be something I hid, or tried to hide, but that inevitably led to awkward situations where I was forced to explain that I wasn’t using illegal drugs. Yes, that has happened. When you sneak away to take pills, people get suspicious.
How do I do this in a chair though? I can’t go to clubs, can I? What about live music at bars? Is there a spot for me? Will people look at me funny? I’m used to being tall, 5’10”, how will I navigate a world where I’m sitting down!? All of these things are flying through my head, but they’re flying through my head while I lay in bed and type. I couldn’t do anything this weekend because of the ataxia. I want to take the dog to the park, but I can’t because I don’t want to fall. Walking makes me sweat, even though it’s cold out, and the dizziness comes on so fast.
The sicker I get, the more I make peace with the devices I’ll need to get by…but the more questions I get about my actual future. Obviously my focus is on myself, and my treatment options, but as a divorced woman in her early thirties, I’m going to be thinking about the future on some level. I want to come home to someone, to cook for someone, hell, even to clean up after someone (though I have to amend my usual tactics for cleaning given some of the limits I’ve developed).
For those reading this, I’m curious how you cope with dating with whatever chronic illness you may have, or if you’re the one dating someone with a chronic illness, how it impacts you. I also want people to know that there is no right and wrong way to approach the act of dating while sick, as long as you’re not doing anything to harm your mental or physical well being. Choosing not to date is okay, if it’s something that doesn’t make you depressed or angry. I know right now I’m not actively seeking dates, other than those including my friend, but even that is something I think about critically. I want to make sure I’m not taking over his life with my growing limitations.
It’s not an easy thing.
We will see how things go once all the devices and medications have been put into place. I really just want what a lot of people want at this stage in life. The problem is, I have a less clear path towards obtaining that goal.