Once I was sure that my recent improvement in health and energy was
real, I made two major changes in my life. The first was that I joined a gym
and began exercising. After my recent car crash, I have had to put that on
hold, I still have aches and pains in various places. I miss it a lot, and hope
to get back to it again in the future.
The second thing was that I signed up for Match.com. Match.com is a
dating site, you put your profile up on the site and say what kind of person
you are looking for, and what kind of person you are. The site then sends you
suggestions of people you might be interested in. You can message them, or wait
for them to message you.
I have had ME/CFS for over sixteen years now. In that time I have had
two short relationships, neither of which went very far, and most of the time I
haven't been in any kind of state to be able to meet someone and try to build
something.
Before Christmas, though, I felt ready. I felt like seeing what it was
like again to meet a woman I was interested in, to get back that excitement and
passion and security that a relationship can bring.
I connected with someone on the site quite quickly, and went on a couple
of dates. She lived an hour and a quarter's drive away though, so it wasn't
very practical, but I was anxious to see where it led, and happy to be back in
this world that most people take for granted. So I drove there and back twice.
I enjoyed her company, we got on well, I think, though I wasn't sure how much
potential there was for starting something between us.
Anyhow, after a couple of weeks it basically fizzled out. I wasn't too
upset, to be honest, I was happy just to be back in the world of romance and
dating, to be open to a normal human experience that I have been denied for so
long.
That was a few months ago, and I haven't met anyone else in that time. I
have messaged a few women, who have not replied, and have received a few
messages from women that I in turn am not interested in. One problem is that
most people on the site are a good drive away, there are not that many single
women in my area.
Another issue, I have begun to realise, is that I don't know if I am
really ready for a relationship, or if I really want one. The thing is that I
have been on my own for so long, I have been managing my health, doing what I
can, when I can, that I am not good at compromise. I have a need, like most
PWMEs, to have control over my life as much as possible and not have to fit
someone else into my world.
Solitude has been a fact of life for me for so long now, I can't
remember another way of living. At the moment I am teaching quite a lot, for
me, about sixty percent of a full week, and so don't spend a lot of time on my
own. I have two, three or four classes a day, and am mixing with people all the
time.
Outside of work I have some family that I see from time to time, and one
or two friends, but I have developed a rhythm where I do what I want, when I
want, when I feel able. I go to the cinema on my own, go to the gym on my own,
go shopping on my own, just as I have been doing for years.
The thing about being with people is that they are tiring. Other people
are exhausting. Just conversing at times is too much for me, and having to fit
in with their demands and desires and habits is a lot to take. And so solitude
is a prerequisite for someone with a condition that drains your energy and robs
you of control over the basic things of your life.
I am, and have been, on my own so much because I cannot live any other
way. Up until two years ago I lived with my parents, but even then I spent a
lot of time in my bedroom and not a lot with them. I moved into shared
accommodation then, but the other people in the house keep themselves to
themselves a lot and so I rarely see them. Moving out of my folks' house was
the best thing I have done in a decade, and has improved my quality of life
hugely. It has made me a little more solitary, but has given me back more
control and independence.
So I actually like my life now. I am about seventy or seventy-five percent
recovered, enough to do a lot of things I thought I wouldn't be able to do
again, though still in a limited fashion. I don't mind all of the time I spent
on my own, I am usually busy, never bored, have been doing this so long now
that it is second nature. I may be solitary but I am usually not lonely. Or
else it is the case that I have been lonely for so long that I don't notice it
anymore. Whatever I am, it is not a state that I find unbearable.
I am going to cancel my membership to Match.com this month. I suppose
that I don't really believe that I will, at forty-two, meet someone I like
enough, and who likes me enough, to make me want to change my life to absorb
them into it. A relationship would be a huge upheaval in my life and would
involve some major changes, and I don't really know if I am ready for that.
I don't rule out the prospect, but right now it doesn't seem very
likely. And, for the moment, I'm fine with that.
