A wheelchair is not a tragedy, for crying out loud.
Oh my gosh, YES. My husband was also a full-time wheelchair user and if people 'got' that we were actually together, annoyingly frequently someone would come up to me and, in a totally well-meaning sort of way, tell me how much of an angel (or similar) I was.
Because, you know, I got nothing out of our relationship whatsoever and was only with him because he was a poor sap with disabilities!
(I was actually LESS annoyed by the person in college who, when they found out I was dating someone in a wheelchair, blurted out 'but how do you have sex?!?!' because at least they ASKED and assumed it was something we were going to want to do.)
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:43 am (UTC)Oh my gosh, YES. My husband was also a full-time wheelchair user and if people 'got' that we were actually together, annoyingly frequently someone would come up to me and, in a totally well-meaning sort of way, tell me how much of an angel (or similar) I was.
Because, you know, I got nothing out of our relationship whatsoever and was only with him because he was a poor sap with disabilities!
(I was actually LESS annoyed by the person in college who, when they found out I was dating someone in a wheelchair, blurted out 'but how do you have sex?!?!' because at least they ASKED and assumed it was something we were going to want to do.)