I met my husband 9 years after my injury and he was the first person I'd dated since the chair-thing. We met through an online college and for about a year we talked through discussions and eventually on the phone. I didn't tell him about the injury at first, or anyone else I went to school with, because I didn't want it to matter. After about 4 months of all-night phone calls, I told him, and I think it was a bit of a shock. We had been planning to work on a school project in person, where I'd drive out to his house and stay for a week, and being paralyzed kind of changed our plans for where I'd stay. (stairs at his house mainly)
Over the previous 9 years I hadn't dated much and I think a lot of that was because of the chair. I can't get in and out of a house with stairs, have to make sure I can fit into a bathroom, etc. that easily, and I was partly afraid my situation would scare him away. I've been afraid of dating because, even if someone was genuinely interested, I didn't want to make them feel like they were making a huge sacrifice for it. We went through a little bit of an awkward phase, talking about what I could and couldn't do, all the while he'd built a ramp at his parent's house so I could visit. (I didn't know he was building it) We joked about how I'd get up the stairs, with everyone watching, and it took a lot on my own part to finally say "I gotta give this a shot."
Long story short, he flew out here to see me first and stayed at a hotel for 3 days. A week later I drove out to see him and stayed for a week before we decided to move back to my hometown (8 hours east of where he's from) and we haven't let go of each other since.
One thing that I think sets us apart from the rest (or maybe it doesn't) is that we have a little bit of common background. He told me that he'd had a head injury when he was 7, and for the year after that he had to wear a helmet and stay indoors while his skull healed. He missed out on a huge part of his social development, which is why he'd attended an online school, but he could also relate to having a life-altering injury. We're still both fairly independent and our weaknesses compliment each other. He is a very private person, he hates telephones, but he's a very physical, intelligent person. I can't move in snow, up stairs or curbs, but I do most of the social business and errands. So, he picks me up when I can't get up stairs, I call everyone and do the social bit of running our computer business.
Two weird peas in a pod, but... I dunno, it works perfectly. We've been together for 3 years now, and we're coming up on our 1st wedding anniversary this February =)
Edited by The Black Sheep, 28 December 2009 - 11:41 PM.
3 doctors diagnosed me with hysterical paralysis (weee!), 1 diagnosed an incomplete T7, another T2 and the last (and most accurate) T5. Trampolines are BAD. Sleep is unpredictable. And never kiss strangers. Life has moved on.