What a truly horrific thing to embark on in your 40s. Especially in Los Angeles. I have to be honest; most of the men here my age who don’t have a recently abandoned family are…mmmmm….not quite right. Something tends to be a bit off with these guys and it really doesn’t help when you add the weight of “health issues” to the already stilted and uncomfortable plate of conversation. Multiple Sclerosis is a dish I don’t think I’ll ever feel fully ready to serve.
I don’t look like I have MS. I don’t act like I have MS. For all we know, if this miraculous treatment I am on continues to work its magic, I may never look or act like I have MS. So does anyone ever really need to know at all?
I believe that they do. I created this blog because I have never been one to ignore or deny reality. I want people to know what it’s like to have MS and I want to support an enormous community of people struggling with all aspects of this disease. I don’t want to shove it under the rug. It is a part of me and I am in love with every part of me and everyone else should be too.
So…exactly how do I tell people I am dating? Do I wait until I know we are going to be in a serious relationship to even think about broaching the subject? Do I spit it out on the first date to get it out of the way and test their moral character simultaneously? Should I wait until date 6 when we sort of feel comfortable with one another and it blends into the regular getting-to-know-you convo?
This is my current conundrum. I have a date this week and I have no idea what’s going to happen. Maybe if it’s going really poorly I’ll just jump up, wave my arms in a fantastically uncoordinated fashion while screaming “I have Multiple Sclerosis!!” and run for the door.
Just another great way MS could benefit me on a daily basis.