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 loneliness at the prospect, to hope that there might be the magic combination of a 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.