Problem with dating a doctor
Anne Thomas " data-medium-file="https://tbmwomenintheworld2016.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/alexander-photo-2-131.jpg? w=300" data-large-file="https://tbmwomenintheworld2016.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/alexander-photo-2-131.jpg? w=1024" / Recently a friend asked me how my love life was going and I drew a blank. In 1976, at the age of 18, I dropped out of college after three semesters and went hitchhiking alone in Europe—to find myself. It’s not just that I’m 57: I also live with a disability.Short with wavy hair, he had the longest lashes I had ever seen on a man, and was much younger than I. The most refreshing part of it was that our relationship challenges had nothing to do with the disability.The alliance was doomed to fail for reasons of distance, religion and the age gap.Heck, some people won’t even talk to me because of the wheelchair, much less date me.Yet my passionate desire for life and love is fully operational.
Back in the dating world at 43, during the 2000s, my insecurities—the beauty and body issues—returned in force.No way was I going to allow myself to be shut away from life.