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But I wasn’t helping the situation by keeping the existence of my disability concealed, springing it upon people only when I thought it felt right.
In retrospect, this served only to contribute to the stigma I usually work so hard to fight. In every other area of my life, my disability is front and center.
I write and speak endlessly about being a proud, unapologetic disabled woman.
It is part of my identity, shaping everything I do and everything I value.
My disability is part of my identity and I’m a loud, proud disability rights activist, but there is so much more that defines me (you know, like the stuff I’ve got in my profile).
As it turned out, the restaurant was accessible, but the painting class was happening in a room upstairs.But I’d like to think you’ll keep reading and dive a little deeper.And you’re welcome to ask questions, should you have any.”Once I added that paragraph, I felt liberated, relieved that anyone I spoke to would have a clearer picture of me.After dropping the “wheelchair bomb,” I’d have to brace myself for their reactions, which were always a mixed bag, often ranging from indifference to ghosting. One man that I connected with on Coffee Meets Bagel was incredibly apologetic when I first told him about my wheelchair, as though it was the most tragic thing he’d ever heard.I shut that down by explaining that my disability is part of who I am and it’s nothing to be sorry for.