Disability. It is an interesting word and one that many of us feel we cannot relate to. For nearly 19 years of my life, I was never classified as someone with a disability, until one day, in literally a split second everything I knew changed and I was now classified as an individual with a physical disability.
By agreeing to help me with post-coital care and attempting to understand the realities of my disability, he was being more intimate with me than any one-night stand had ever been. And I was showing him my true self, my vulnerabilities and my realness. My disability and all that it encompasses were laid bare without apology or exception.
When I look in the mirror I remember the toughness of my situation. Even among the other handicapped people, I'm considered a "worse case scenario." And there is pain sometimes. Nothing is simple, and sure, I had to give up on some childhood dreams but so what? There isn't one great movie without a plot twist.
Should I wait until I am in a serious relationship and absolutely sure the guy is right for me and will be supportive of my son? If I do wait and find that I have developed feelings for this man only to discover that he won't be supportive of my son, then I must end the relationship. So since I won't know how supportive he'll be until I take off my mask and test the waters, that's what I do.