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Disclosing SMA to a boyfriend as a late teen
I used to portray dating as a disabled person as copacetic. Chilled. Something not out of the ordinary – and even when before I was a wheelchair-user, this didn’t ring true in many respects. At the time, sure accessing places where young people connect and are likely to meet partners, was easier but it was just a different burden. Not appearing visibly disabled used to give me what felt like stomach ulcers when I suddenly was asked to dance or come upstairs to hang out with a potential.
I now had the daunting task of revealing something no one expected; I didn’t quote on quote look disabled, I was at a place (likely a night club) where most disabled people didn’t go so how could I possibly be disabled? The music is blaring, people are pushing and moving around us and I’m choking out “I actually have a spine disease! So uhm, I can’t go upstairs. You’ll have to carry me.”
Naturally, this used to go over most men’s heads; they thought it was cute that they had to carry me upstairs. But the worst part, long after leaving the club, was torturing myself with how I was going to disclose my disability eventually.
Not disclosing felt like I was being disingenuous and posed a physical risk to me if the guy ever decided to playfully nudge me (due to absent reflexes, there was a 99.99% chance I’d fall and as the disease goes, I wouldn’t independently be able to get up).
But I’m in my late teens; I’m dying to be cool and normal so do I play it off when I tell him; not make it a big deal and risk misunderstanding of my limitations? Or do I lay it all out in all its potential seriousness?
At the crux of weeks of typing and untyping, calculating the best day and time, deciding on tone, what young me wanted to say was I have this strange disease that I was born with. It’s difficult on some days, on some I wish I didn’t have it and on other days I feel guilty for wishing that. I haven’t figured out who I am in this thing yet and how to embrace it. I haven’t figured out how to affirm that ability isn’t a measure of value. Most importantly, I’m just scared that I’ll present myself to someone who’ll find me lacking because secretly, I think there should be more to me too.
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