I'm 61, don't look it, single and only date occasionally. Today for the third time, I had a man stop dating before we even got to know each other because I felt it an apppropriate time to tell him I had fibro. Boy, do they ever run. Waiting creates a different kind of problem because it's hard to explain a pain or fatique day. I do have good days now, more than I ever have, and I want to socialize more. It's hard on the self esteem to be rejected for something we don't control. I also have Lupus and never met anyone I felt I could trust enough to tell since the first time I did and he bailed. Have any of you had these experiences and how have you handled it? Any pointers welcome.
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