4 year Anniversary was Monday. If our relationship was a college student, it would have graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree yesterday. I’m proud of us. We’ve been through a lot together.
I think about how crappy it was in my twenties when I was dating randomly and stupidly, and I wish I had something helpful or prosaic to say to those who are trying to navigate dating while chronically ill. I’ve got a small section in my little book on Dating, but someday I’d like to write a little more on the subject because I suspect I’m not the only one who felt a little lost in that situation. I think the best thing you can do for yourself is to make sure you have a personality beyond being a sick patient. You’ll be happier, attract nicer people, and won’t put up with unsupportive people who don’t deserve you.
Now I’m at the point where I’m looking for books on marriage and chronic illness. When you feel like you can barely take care of yourself, you wonder if you’re ever a deficient partner as far as fun and lucidity go. And then there’s the martyrdom, it’s a full-time job trying to avoid that road. If you’ve missed them in the past, here’s a little slideshow of some of my previous thoughts regarding chronic illness and relationships.