I have no outward sign of my disability. I don't have a guide dog, a white cane or dark glasses. But I am a fraud. I am passing. My truth is that I was blinded by an accident 3.5 years ago. And even though I, at my core, remained the same, how I relate to others and the way others relate to me has changed.
We often think that when someone is ill or mourning or suffering in some way that whatever the person is going through must be so hard that we can't possibly help. Everyone is different. Be yourself. Do what comes naturally to you and is meaningful for your friend. If you have an idea, wild or simple, but aren't sure if it will help, ask!
When my partner first moved up to live with me, we were both so excited about feeling what we did for one another, we didn't think too much about the practical issues of living together. Neither of us had lived with anyone for a long time; I, for one, had forgotten all the issues that arise when you inhabit space with someone else.