“What’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg or something?” he asks. “No, I have Cerebral Palsy,” I answer.
When someone would casually ask if Reese had started walking yet, it never seemed appropriate to say, “No, Reese isn’t walking. Reese has high tone quadriplegic spastic cerebral palsy. He may never walk."
I had unconsciously made it my mission to be sure the guys I dated never had to deal with anything real, anything that they might find gross or complicated, anything that I had previously warned them about that might come up when dealing with me.