They know a change needs to happen, they just can’t that change.They too are part of that 80 percent that just can’t go there.
Depending on your partner’s mobility, you may need to do things like drive, open the door, assist with a transfer, assemble the wheelchair, feed your date or sign the bill.Working out, getting in shape, wearing the latest trends, having white teeth, nothing can help lift the sinking feeling you are different from the rest of the guys in the room.This may seem like an over-exaggeration, but for a lot of disabled men, this is the reality.Anyone with a disability who is dating pretty much wants this of course. It would be miraculous if the world shifted the way humans with permanent disabilities were placed in society, if our caste wasn’t by default unequal. I wish I could sit here and preach the amazing fun times that are to be had in the dating world, but the truth of the matter is that it is a battlefield you want to vacate as soon as possible. He was seeking love, but when I saw he was half the body weight of me (I would crush him with a bad transfer) and that he very strangely hated food (yes, really) and said, “I only eat for sustenance and don’t enjoy eating at all,” as a quad foodie, I knew he wasn’t the one. In the words of my ex-boyfriend, Evan, who hated dating almost as much as me, “Dating is utterly exhausting,” and he couldn’t have been more accurate.Sure, you do learn about yourself a ton, you get to meet some interesting people, but overall? But the worst dates are the ones where you’re discriminated against — where the guy (or gal) realizes after meeting you in person that the whole disability thing is just too big, and you never hear from them again.