Where before I’d revealed my POTS to potential partners with trepidation, after college I started finding a way to bring it into the conversation just to see how they’d react.
Most of the time, whether I mentioned it online or in person, it was essentially that they’d disappear.
I was getting ready for my fourth date with Kaylyn, and my stomach was in knots.
It wasn’t the usual predate jitters, like I’d had before our previous outings.
Many nights I complained to my best friend about how frustrated I was.
It wasn’t just about finding someone who could tolerate my POTS, but finding someone who could see it as a part of me that was also worth loving.She suggested we find somewhere to talk if I felt up to it and reassured me she wasn’t upset our plans had changed. My doctors prescribed half a dozen medications and told me to increase my salt and water intake. I struggled for years, before I was referred to specialists at Cleveland Clinic when I was nearly 25.My new doctors had a better understanding of my illness, and soon I did too.People hear the words “chronic illness” and often run as fast and as far as they can.It stung each time someone stopped talking to me after finding out I was sick. If I feel unwell, I might have to cancel plans at the last minute.