Diary of a Disabled Persons’ Fiance; by Jarred Triskelion.

If I did not fixate on the wheelchair the first time I met Mini, it was only because I am a bloke, it was a freshers week party, and she was a busty blonde. I am no saint and, though my intentions were honourable, some of my thoughts were decidedly not. Most people that find out I have a disabled girlfriend treat me like I’m some kind of hero, but I am no better or worse than any other man. Truth be told, Mini is the hero for putting up with my many faults and failings. At the other end of the spectrum people tended to assume I was only with her because I saw a disabled woman as an easy lay, and was taking advantage of her.

Truth be told, I was so nervous and awkward that it was only because of Mini’s persistence that I ever found the courage to ask her out. It was often the people who thought themselves the most virtuous that assumed the poor, helpless disabled person must have been manipulated into wanting an intimate relationship. They were so determined to keep her safe, it never occurred to them that she might be capable of making her own decisions. Do not get me wrong, there are vulnerable people out there, but Mini is not one of them. Since we got engaged, people seem less likely to question my motives, but the hero worship has only got worse.

It is hard to say how being with a disabled person has impacted my life. For one thing, Mini was already disabled when I met her. I can only imagine how hard it must be to plan a life with someone, only to have everything change in such a dramatic way. For us, the wheelchair has always been a factor, which has shaped the places we go to and the things we do. We often go for a pint in The Griffin because it is accessible, but also because I like a pub with some history behind it. Had Mini not been disabled, we might have ended up making The Three Legs our regular watering hole. Given that they are both decent pubs, which one we go to is somewhat arbitrary. There are a few things that being with Mini stops me from doing; camping and hiking come to mind. Any relationship requires compromises, and a relationship with a disabled person is no different in that regard.

There are ways my life is negatively affected, of course, and this would not be an honest account without mentioning them. When you love someone, you feel a primal drive to keep them safe from pain and suffering. It is hard to put into words just how powerless seeing Mini at her worst makes me feel. There is also the practical fact that everything requires advanced planning, which makes spontaneity impossible. When Tidal Championship Wrestling changed venue recently, we could not just turn up at the next show like everyone else. I scouted out the accessibility of the venue itself, plotted a route there that took curb drops into account and, when we got there, had to hunt down the proprietor so he could let us in the back door. Finally, there is the nagging fear that Mini might have found someone better than me were it not for her disability. I realise that is my depression getting the better of me, but the fact that she would have had more dating opportunities, were she not disabled, means it persists.

That Mini is an intelligent, witty and beautiful young woman is in no way diminished by her disability. She is, without a shadow of a doubt, the best thing that has ever happened to me. Any negatives impact that her disability may have upon me is more than mitigated but the positives that come from being with a woman as wonderful as she is. I love her and I look forward to spending the rest of my life with her.

Red Backdrop

Author: diaryofadisabledperson

When I was 14, I suffered viral meningitis, and as a result I contracted a disease called Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS), which is sometimes called Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (M.E). Over 7 years on I use a powered wheelchair to get around, and I'm hoping that this blog will give people an insight into life as a disabled person.

4 thoughts on “Diary of a Disabled Persons’ Fiance; by Jarred Triskelion.”

  1. Hi Jarred! Nicely said. I have a son with a disability and people treat parents of children with special needs or, when I remember to call them this, superpowers, as heroes as well. We aren’t heroes as I guess all of us, whether we want to admit it or not, would much rather see our children fit in, not struggle with simple tasks, and otherwise lead a more typical life. At the same time we think that, we also realize the disability is just one aspect of what makes our kids so great and changing that would fundamentally change our kids in ways we don’t know.
    I guess what I’m saying is, I think only people that don’t have experience with disability would look at you as any kind of hero. I think you are more selfless than the average person as you’ve chosen to give up some things everyone else takes for granted, but that’s a choice you made willingly. I also think you have more empathy than most people because you’ve always seen Mini for what she is and what she can do rather than what she isn’t or can’t do.
    Keep it up, sir. I didn’t know I needed it when I first read your post, but you’ve provided me a small glimmer of hope in an otherwise less than hopeful week. Thank you.

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