The first time I told Aaron that I had Interstitial Cystitis (IC) was on our second date. We were at the Silver Diner and I was so nervous to tell him. I had been single for a year when I met him. I had been busy focusing on myself and trying to take care of my health while working, volunteering and finishing up my BA. Before I met him, I was also certain that I was going to be a spinster. A fact that I loved and still love to talk about, especially because I have so many cats.
But I knew I had to tell him about my IC. So finally I just told him. I have a bladder disease called Interstitial cystitis. He listened while I explained it. I was still so nervous. What if he turned and ran. Or just never talked to me again. This is a chronically ill person’s fear, that they are undateable or undesirable. He listened and asked a few questions.
However, it should be noted that he was/is on a ‘special’ diet of his own, the ketogenic diet to lose weight. So his diet was/is limited as well but in a different way than mine. In the end, it’s different because I have a disease and he is perfectly healthy. But I think the fact that his diet is limited made it easier for him to accept my food limitations. As someone who was already used to cooking his own meals and trying to customize things when he went out to eat.
On our third date, he invited me over to his place where he made me IC friendly pizza from scratch. Because I told him how much I love pizza and that it’s hard for me to eat pizza often because I can’t just order pizza.. it has to be made. So he made it from scratch and it was amazing. He even downloaded the IC app on his phone to make sure he knows all the bladder friendly and cautionary foods at all times.
During the beginning of our relationship, I said something along the lines of him having to deal with this burden of mine. He said something that I will never forget, I don’t look at it that way, I look at it as simply accommodating your needs. That’s the kind of thing people with a chronic illness need to hear and of course, people who say it need to mean it.
We have been together a year now, and if we are out driving, the second I tell him I need a bathroom he finds one. No questions asked. He knows I have IC and he will never question if I can hold it because I can’t. When we go places, if people offer me food, often before I can even say anything, he will ask them what’s in it? He is very conscientious of the food he makes for me and the food he allows other people to give me.
Oy! Was I the lucky girl to find this goy* straight away who takes care of me when I’m sick, hurting and in pain.
*goy – a yiddish word meaning non-Jew.