He found a Groupon and I researched a location, picking out a restaurant in New York City that was supposed to be wheelchair accessible.
As it turned out, the restaurant was accessible, but the painting class was happening in a room upstairs.
Prominently in my profile, I wrote: “I’d like to be very upfront about the fact that I use a wheelchair.A few months before my initial swipes, I’d gone through a messy breakup with a man I dated for over two years.I truly believed he was the person I’d marry, and that I’d never have to worry about rejection again.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.When I found myself newly single, I turned to online dating in the hopes of easing my fears that no one else would ever accept me as I am, that lightning doesn’t strike twice. In this virtual world, I could pretend my disability didn’t exist.