Since 2009 I've been dealing with this ileostomy and how to tell people about it. I vacillate between being resigned to being alone for the rest of my life and an engulfing lonelinessat the prospect, to hope that there might be the magic combination of man who not only has the qualities I need (kindness, intelligence, curiosity, life experiences), but who isn't completely turned off at the thought of the baggage I carry, literally. I'd rather be alone than to be with just..someone. But I'd infinitely rather be with the one who can overlook said baggage and just see..me.
I recently trod the same steps with a man that I had with a few others, but really feeling that this time was different; there's been no intimacy, just a couple of months of great-no, awesome-conversations, as there's geographic distance. And I believe he's trying to be, "ok" with it, he's a good man, whom I respect and enjoy. But there's just that little bit of cooling, a little less eagerness to spend time with me, that difference that I'm sure many here have felt. It's not completely unexpected, but it's disappointing, and it stings more.
I recently trod the same steps with a man that I had with a few others, but really feeling that this time was different; there's been no intimacy, just a couple of months of great-no, awesome-conversations, as there's geographic distance. And I believe he's trying to be, "ok" with it, he's a good man, whom I respect and enjoy. But there's just that little bit of cooling, a little less eagerness to spend time with me, that difference that I'm sure many here have felt. It's not completely unexpected, but it's disappointing, and it stings more.