They too are part of that 80 percent that just can’t go there.

Dating when you have a disability is often a little scary and intimidating, but it doesn’t have to be so stressful.

They know a change needs to happen, they just can’t that change.To eliminate these mixed matches, be honest about your disability in your profile.It prevents any miscommunication snafus and shattered expectations. Sheypuk’s Q&A has more excellent points on this matter.The biggest hurdle I keep coming across is the massive stereotype that we, women in wheelchairs, are “less-than” as partners — someone you should be embarrassed to date, an individual who will bring you down.Of course thousands of people do date us and prove this wrong, but it seems 80 percent of the general population kinda thinks this.Marietta seemed to know that it was a pivotal moment. Most men can’t see past the chair.” Stephen froze, and for a moment it looked as if he might be like “most men” and turn away.“A thousand things went through my mind,” he recalls.That’s when he saw a detail that stopped him in his tracks: Marietta was in a wheelchair.Her legs were small compared to the rest of her body. “I was used to suddenly becoming invisible to someone I was interested in.Sign up now Already have an account with Able Thrive? And let me share with you a bit of what I’ve discovered — it’s just as dismal as you’d expect.It’s an epidemic that’s been the status quo, well, for forever, but you’re looking at a lady who wants to change all of that. He was a few years younger than me, a full-time single dad who worked the night shift.Anyone with a disability who is dating pretty much wants this of course. It would be miraculous if the world shifted the way humans with permanent disabilities were placed in society, if our caste wasn’t by default unequal. I wish I could sit here and preach the amazing fun times that are to be had in the dating world, but the truth of the matter is that it is a battlefield you want to vacate as soon as possible. He was seeking love, but when I saw he was half the body weight of me (I would crush him with a bad transfer) and that he very strangely hated food (yes, really) and said, “I only eat for sustenance and don’t enjoy eating at all,” as a quad foodie, I knew he wasn’t the one. In the words of my ex-boyfriend, Evan, who hated dating almost as much as me, “Dating is utterly exhausting,” and he couldn’t have been more accurate.Marietta was among the dozen or so guests already seated at the table when he finally arrived, half frozen, snow still clinging to his hair.“I couldn’t tell you who else was in the room that night,” Stephen said like a bashful teenager, years later.