I’m in my 40s, single, no children, living with my lovely sister and her family who help look after me, I work very part time in a great job and have a few close friends.
I’ve been unwell since my 20s. Up until then, I dated, was healthy and had a fun life. I’m very lucky to have a close knit family and friends. I am grateful for the people in my life.
I have a complicated health condition. I need to rest in bed a lot, or in a wheelchair. I just about manage a bit of work but it exhausts me. I don’t have much of a social life due to not having much money or energy. This is my life. It is what it is. I’m not going to get better, I will get worse. I’m not being pessimistic, it’s my condition.
I’d love to meet someone, a nice man to share my life with and to be part of a loving relationship. I cannot see it happening and occasionally, people ask me and I’m honest. I say I’d like to meet someone but my health precludes that. Inevitably, they always say something to try and make me feel better. I know they don’t mean to be cruel but it actually really hurts.
I’m dreading Christmas with the wider family.
I know many disabled and chronically unwell people meet loving partners but I am just not well enough to be out of the house that long. I am not able to have an intimate relationship and I just don’t think it’s going to happen because of my health and disability.
AIBU to think I’m going to remain alone and just accept it? I’m very sad about it but I can cope with it, I’ve dealt with far worse. AIBU to wish people would stop asking me and dragging it up, even if they have kind intentions?