Dating a physically disabled person
The first time my boyfriend took his leg off for sex, it was a little weird. Now, I honestly barely notice – or care ‒ that he has no foot from the left shin down (for which he wears a prosthetic leg). Silence between two people who have nothing in common is awkward.
To answer your next question: he was born with it, due to amniotic band syndrome, which can restrict growth of limbs in the womb and cause other problems such as cleft palate. Incidentally, he also has a corrected club foot, a scar from a corrected cleft lip, issues with his hands — one has just two fingers and a thumb, and the other has four fingers which work fine but look a bit oddly shaped at closer inspection. Nothing much to see here (apart from the fact that he’s also gorgeous). Making a joke and having the other person not laugh at all is awkward. Being with someone who has a disability definitely shouldn’t be awkward.
And they won't budge even after being under pressure of a disability.
I spent about six weeks with my husband in a wheelchair, and another four weeks after that where he continued to be fairly disabled.(Skip the next section if you don't care to read the backstory.)So, uh, I'm okay, but I got into a little accident. But this guy who found me is calling an ambulance, which is totally unnecessary because I'm fine. The fire department called me a few minutes later, informing me that my husband had been in a bike accident.
A bit less hiking up hills and a bit more sitting in country pubs. Or someone humiliating me or someone who just stops texting for no reason or generally behaves like a jerk. As anyone who’s done dating in a city will tell you, at length, you don’t have to have a disability to do those things.
Which is why I’m genuinely surprised at the Scope figures.
However, he doesn't bike alone in secluded areas anymore. He also swears he's "more careful now." However, the first time he returned to biking he came back with blood and scratches on his knee. Okay okay, I confess.
I started screwing with him a little bit here in what I told him.
There are plenty of things in a new relationship that can be awkward, as anyone who’s ever dated anyone will know.
But you know, I’m sure – if our relationship is meant to be ‒ we’ll figure it out, just like anything in any relationship.
Do a bit less walking, a bit more taking the train or car. Disability is just not a dealbreaker for me in the same way someone being rude to me would be.
I knew his general location, but I had no idea if he was on a trail or on the road. And then I look over and see his spandex (and very unattractive) biking pants sliced in half. You make your house handicapped accessible as much as you can. You put the cups and glasses where he can reach them.
I recalled how, the day before, I was texting my two best friends about how I could destroy the pants without getting blamed for it. You get used to it and life moves on. He has returned to biking.