Please add your own experiences of dating when you have an invisible disabiity and/or mental illness. Anything goes. Funny,disastrous, go ahead - post it here!
So I felt ready for a relationship, my last one, the toy boy,) had decided he needed to 'find himself' which, given he was gorgeous and only 20yrs was kinda inevitable.
Joined a dating site. Drank some wine and filled in the details. Took forever. Nearly gave up three times, but a friend came over and I persevered. Very painful bit - finding a photo of myself. Then the inevitable 'what is your job?' question which, get this, HAD to be filled in.
Well I survived a brain haemorhage, I have had my skull removed, a team of surgeons have dug about in my brain, alot of peope die from this, so no, I don't have a job! I do however sleep alot. I'm good at that. Call me a professional pyjama wearer?
No such thing exists - the categories were, in no particular order: tradesperson/clerical/creative/technology/mechanics/manual/ managerial/etc etc. I guess I just don't fit the box. The dating site INSISTED I put something in the 'job' category so I put 'gardener' cos I've got a garden and I occassionally remember it exists and needs looking after.
First date.
Media guy. Very cool. Too cool for me. Said he went to 'club 540 in Soho' is that meant to mean something to me?
Second date
Creative guy. Second date was planned but he cancelled. Having nothing to lose I asked him if he could tell if I had a brain injury, he replied with 'are you joking? No.' That's cos I look normal.
Third date
Social worker! I thought I may be onto something, maybe he would have the skills to cope with a professional pyjama wearer? But he made it clear he wanted love at first sight! Fireworks!
Fourth date ... ? I may just call it quits...