I don't know if I can be of any help, but as a woman with lupus who had to have a complete hysterectomy at 22 due to another autoimmune and would one day like to return to dating, I might be able to relate a little bit. Lupus is one of the strangest, most unpredictable diseases. It has the ability to sprout a thousand other autoimmunes, like a hydra. It just makes it so hard to trust your own body on a minute by minute basis, let alone being able to trust enough let someone into your world. Mix in reproductive issues and it gets really complicated. When things start going wrong there, you start questioning what makes you a woman, as in, if I can't have children, or if I can't have sex or if I have to loose any of these distinctly female parts what can I offer?
Dating a woman with Lupus
Dating With Lupus: The Tricky Business of Dating With Lupus
My biggest fear is that no one will want to be with me because of my disease. Receiving a diagnosis of lupus can certainly result in mixed emotions. Many lupus patients respond with tremendous relief to the identification of their condition ad a real and specific illness with a name and a course of treatment. The frustration of searching and not knowing is now behind you. Yet you are also faced with the reality that you really do have a disease with a name which can be a shock even if you suspected it deep down inside.
Dating with Lupus as a Single Millennial
Click Here to receive Lupus News via e-mail Dating is difficult enough as a millennial. Meeting even someone who I think the world of leads to the Herculean task of trying to find the right time to break the news that, no matter how healthy my body appears, it lives with a chronic illness — and always will. Welcome to the technological age where texting is the main form of communication, and no one wants to be committed to another person in any way, shape or form.
The Lupus Dating Game My family once joked with me that I only kept guys around for a 6 month to a year and a half rotation. They claimed I had an emotional spring-cleaning of sorts, every few months. But one day after another break up amidst the tears and confusion I realized they were right. It made me sad every time they would joke, but I would never tell.