This is a post is something I wrote a while ago, but I figured this would be a good introduction to a topic that I hope to touch on a fair bit: relationships and disability. I’m not quite sure what this will look like, as I don’t feel it entirely appropriate to share too many personal details about my relationship, but I do feel like it’s a very important subject to talk about and represent. Growing up, I never had anyone like me to learn from, I mean, I had my friends and family, but a part of me felt alone due to my physical circumstances.
For a long time, I didn’t think that anyone could love me for my mind and body as one. Of course it didn’t help that I didn’t love my body, or see value in it either. My journey to loving every part of myself has been a long and complicated one – one that is not done yet; to be honest, I’m not sure what “done” will look like.
Being in a relationship has pushed me and helped me grow in more ways than I was prepared for. I was reluctant to enter into the relationship because of my belief that “I was too much for anyone to handle, let alone to love me”. Lucky, I was fortunate enough to find someone to prove me wrong. Little by little, it gets easier to believe that I am worthy, despite my ‘“shortcomings.” But, no matter what, some days are just hard. Yes, he helps me a lot physically, but it isn’t a chore, it’s just our normal. It’s important to find something that works for you and your partner and not to worry about what everyone else thinks. This type of thinking is definitely a learning experience, but one that apparently gets easier with time.
I don’t know why this is such a taboo subject, but that needs to change. Maybe by sharing my experience, others will do the same.