I had a memorable experience on a first date recently that I want to share with you. It was with a guy I met on Tinder, and I was excited to meet him in person. But as soon as Alan saw my wheelchair, his smile faded and he seemed taken aback.

To be fair, I hadn’t mentioned my wheelchair prior to our date. I wanted him to see me for who I am, not just my disability. When he brought up the omission, I explained that I didn’t want assumptions to get in the way of our meeting.

But Alan’s reaction was harsh. He accused me of lying and trying to get pity. His words were hurtful, calling me “defective” and saying he wanted a “normal” date. It was a painful blow, but I didn’t let it break my spirit.

We ended up at a restaurant where our table was chosen for a surprise dinner celebration. Despite Alan’s dismissive behavior, I decided to make the best of the situation and enjoy the free meal. After all, why let his negativity ruin the evening for me?

Alan went on his phone and ignored me, but I didn’t let it bother me. I struck up a conversation about basketball, and to my surprise, he showed some interest. It was a glimmer of hope amidst the silence.

As the night went on, we were called to participate in a lovebirds’ contest. Alan initially refused, but I insisted. We didn’t win, but it was a moment of unexpected camaraderie. Alan started to see me in a different light.

However, my hopes were shattered when I overheard a conversation between Alan and his friend. They were mocking our date, suggesting that Alan was only with me for show. I confronted him, hoping he would defend me, but he joined in the mockery and rejected me once again.

I was devastated, but I didn’t let it destroy me. I decided to participate in the karaoke challenge, pouring my heart into the performance. And to my surprise, Alan returned, full of remorse and apologies.

He realized his mistake, acknowledging my bravery and resilience. His apology felt genuine, and we decided to give our connection another chance. We danced together, symbolizing our journey from misunderstanding to understanding.

Leaving the cafe hand in hand, Alan and I reflected on the night. We learned that true disability lies in the absence of empathy and understanding, not physical limitations.

This experience taught me that being “normal” isn’t just about the body; it’s about having a good heart. And despite the obstacles I face, I deserve love and acceptance just like anyone else.