My husband is not a hero for marrying me #Philosophizing#disability#identity Posted Jan 31 2018 Guest post by Lisa Walters Photos by: Alex Stead Photography The author and her husband | Photos by Alex Stead Photography I've been with my husband for almost five years. We were friends for a few years before we became a couple. During that friendship, I got sick and began having a lot of muscle problems. I was handed several misdiagnoses before my doctors decided that I have an autoimmune disease. I have since been diagnosed with a few other diseases on top of that. Because he was my friend at the time, my husband knew about my health problems before we started dating. He knew I was sick and we had a very long, hard, frank discussion about it one night when we decided we wanted to be more than friends. I laid it all out there for him. I told him that there would be countless doctors appointments, lots of tests, tons of pain, plenty of obstacles, and a boat load of uncertainty about how my body will function for me in the years to come. He took it all in and then he told me he understood. He said that he knew it would be hard sometimes but he wanted to be with me… and those things were part of me. He said we would take it one day at a time. He said we all have something that's going on with us, this was just my something (but he didn't say it in a way that reduced what I'm going through… he's cool like that). TV shows and movies that led me to believe that a guy wouldn't want to get involved with a sick girl. I was relieved because, admittedly, I was raised on TV shows and movies that led me to believe that a guy wouldn't want to get involved with a sick girl (unless maybe she was Mandy Moore in A Walk to Remember). Thanks to all of the media I was shoving into my face growing up, I was made to believe that because I was sick I probably wasn't worth the "hassle." I probably wasn't good enough for love. Or if I found love, the person loving me would have to be some sort of saint. Oh, how quickly I learned just how misleading and damaging those beliefs actually were. I remember when we first started telling people that we were officially a couple. A lot of the responses were things like: "And he knows you're sick?!" "He doesn't CARE that you're sick?" "WOW that's so good of him." "Omg what a great guy." Those responses made me feel weird. Yeah, he's a great man. But they thought he was great just because he was willing to "put up with" my malfunctioning immune system? He's great because I might need to use a wheelchair someday and he would still CHOOSE to be with me? Why does that automatically make someone great? Okay, he's a great man. But I'm also a great woman (tooting my own horn here) and we are a great couple. Illness and disability certainly play no part in that. When he proposed to me last year I was ecstatic. I love this man with all of my heart and I couldn't be happier. I'm so glad he's there with me through thick and thin, and I love being a support system for him, too. But when we started announcing our engagement, I began to hear it all over again. "You're SO lucky he wants to marry you." "He's such an amazing guy to take care of you." My husband was being placed on a pedestal. I was seen as a damsel in distress. I finally realized what was happening. My husband was being placed on a pedestal. He was seen as a hero in our love story. And I was seen as a damsel in distress, which is interesting because when I received my first diagnosis, I actually started a blog called Damsel in a Dress. But I picked the name out of humour. I was just trying to be clever. I'm far from a damsel. And although my health may be distressing at times, I'm certainly not helpless. (But I do love a good dress!) I made it clear on my blog that I didn't actually need saving. I didn't need a prince to come along and rescue me. I could always rescue myself just fine. But other people obviously didn't think that. They thought my love story was straight out of a heteronormative Nicholas Sparks novel. The knight in shining armour rode in on a white stallion when the damsel needed him the most, picked her up and galloped off into the sunset with her slung over his back so they could return to his castle and he could spoon-feed her soup when she's sick. Okay, that sounds more like a fairy tale than a Nicholas Sparks novel. So let's just change the knight to a brooding, chiseled mechanic who wears lots of denim shirts. To hell with alllll of that. People may think my husband is a hero, but he's just a regular guy. Don't get me wrong, I think he's a loving, funny, fiercely intelligent, caring, and handsome regular guy. He's everything I want in a partner. But he's not a hero and I'm not a charity case he has devoted his life to. Our relationship is not a sad yet uplifting Hollywood movie. Our relationship is hard work. My illness is hard work. Being sick is not romantic, but we find the romance where we can and we have a wonderful life together. There is more laughter than there is sadness or worry. But that's because we both put 100% into this. He may pick me up when I fall sometimes but if we're calling anyone my hero, it's me. He may pick me up when I fall sometimes but if we're calling anyone my hero, it's me. I will myself out of bed everyday even though I'm in pain. And on the days that I can't manage to get up I work on reminding myself that it's okay. I work hard on acceptance and rehabilitating myself after each setback. I go to appointment after appointment and get myself through all the terrifying news that gets thrown at me from doctors. I can dry my own tears and I pick myself up off bathroom floors. I advocate for myself every single day so that I don't become a number lost in a broken system. I don't need a hero to save me. And just because he loves a sick woman, my husband doesn't automatically get knighted. He gets just as much love and support out of our relationship as I do — I make sure of that. Because of these well-intentioned but hurtful comments I'm so used to hearing about our relationship, I thought long and hard about what I wanted our wedding to be. I knew a bunch of guests at our wedding would have my illness in the forefront of their thoughts as they watched me marry my husband, especially because my health has gone fairly downhill lately and I've had to leave my career because of it. I knew they would be thinking how truly amazing my husband is for providing me protection for my entire life. I knew they would be thinking how lucky I am that I, a sick person, could find someone healthy to vow to be there for me. I knew this because they were raised on the same misconceptions about illness and disability from the media that I was raised on. I knew that if I let it, our wedding could be the Lifetime movie event of the season. So I decided not to play into that during our ceremony. I didn't want there to be some dramatic reading about being there in sickness and in health, emphasis on the sickness. I didn't want to add to the narrative that he's a hero for loving me, that any person who chooses to be with a sick person is a hero for making that choice. I didn't want him to be put up on that pedestal in front of all our family and friends unless I was climbing up there with him. So we wrote our own ceremony, with help from the scripts on Offbeat Bride. We chose a reading about friendship ("Love" by Roy Croft), because at the root of our love story is a beautiful friendship. We opted not to include the words "in sickness and in health" in our vows. Instead, we talked about simply being there for each other (and bingeing Netflix shows together). We had a friend sing a happy love song ("Flowers in the Window" by Travis). We made sure the ceremony was feminist and that there was no wording that would make our relationship seem anything but equal and balanced. I didn't want to be seen as lesser than my husband on our wedding day, because I'm not. I didn't want him to be put up on that pedestal in front of all our family and friends unless I was climbing up there with him. I mean, I love when people shower my husband with praise and affection, just not for that reason. Related Post Why I'm not hiding my disability at my wedding I've often been told that I shouldn't think of myself as being disabled, that I shouldn't describe myself as a "wheelchair user," or even that... Read more With that being said, we still wanted to say vows to each other that reflected just how far we are willing to go to help each other out. I didn't want to completely erase my illness from this day, and neither did he. My illness is part of us and part of our story, we just didn't want it to be a spectacle. So we decided to share private vows with each other before our wedding ceremony. As the sun was setting we climbed a hill overlooking our city and we read to each other the vows we had prepared. I thanked him for always being there with me, through everything. I promised to do the same for him. He vowed that he would be there for me no matter what. It was a beautiful moment between the two of us where we felt comfortable discussing my health and all of the other important, private things that make us who we are as a couple. It was perfect. We got to say what was in our hearts and I didn't have to stand in a room full of people who would then gush over my husband because he promised to be by my side, whether that's standing up or sitting down. Our ceremony was celebratory. It wasn't sad. Our wedding didn't become that Lifetime made-for-TV movie. We all know that I'm sick, but that's not what makes our love special, so I didn't think it really deserved the spotlight on our wedding day. We focused on all the amazing things we have instead of focusing on the few things we could use a little more of (like muscle function). I still heard one or two "you're so lucky" comments thrown my way during our receiving line after the ceremony. But I also overheard some guests telling my husband how lucky he is that he got to marry me. And that made me feel like finally, after all this time, after all of these essays and conversations about illness and disability, the people around us were starting to listen. I'm lucky, yes. But he's lucky, too. We are both equally lucky that we found each other. No one is a hero in our story. We are just a couple of humans who are madly in love, malfunctioning immune system or not. Related Post Society fucked up my perception of weddings, my gender, and my disability I just obtained a marriage license. In the state of Massachusetts, this means that I have sixty days to become a Married Lady™. I'm currently binge watching "Say Yes to… Read More Reporter Name * Reporter Email * Original text Enter the original text here. Edited text* Enter your suggested copyedit here. Notes You can add a note for the editor here. * Required information. Fix Typo Guest post written by Lisa Walters Lisa Walters is a blogger from St. John's, Newfoundland. She writes about her life with multiple chronic illnesses on damselinadress.ca. When she isn't blogging she's working on puzzles, reading funny books, and watching New Girl or The Office on repeat. http://www.damselinadress.ca PREVIOUS What to do when your dream wedding photographer lives far away? You snag THIS deal from of our faves, Dustin Cantrell NEXT Elegantly gorgeous Harry Potter wedding inspiration (with a cake to die for!) Show/Hide comments [ 11 ] Thank you so much for sharing your story. I heard similar comments when my husband and I got married. I was "lucky" that I had found someone who could deal with my depression, who could "take care of me". It took me longer than it should have to realize that I'm pretty amazing too, and an equal partner in our relationship. We're both lucky. Our marriage is based on mutual friendship, love, and respect, not need or self-sacrifice. Cheers to you both! Reply Thank you! It’s so important that people realize it’s a mutual love, respect, support, and decision to be together. But people don’t seem to realize that! Cheers to you and your happy, equal marriage! Reply Bravo. This post totally hit home for me. Maybe it’s because I’m from an Asian household, but my parents praise my fiancé all the time and thank him constantly for being with me. They put him on a pedestal and tell me that they “cannot believe I found someone who can tolerate me”. When I went on job interviews to become a medical resident with him, all of the male interviewers praised him, telling me how lucky I am to find someone who is willing to couples match with “someone like me”. Yes, I was not a stellar candidate on paper, but just because I did not have the grades he had did not mean I was not going to be a good doctor. And finally, when we both entered residency, I suddenly became so ill that I had to quit. Already my parents were calling me, reminding me of how wonderful my fiancé is for taking care of me while I’m sick. And “choosing to stay with me despite my illness”. It really upsets me, because yes, I AM sick, but just like you said: My man is not my saint or my savior. I am my own hero in my story. Don’t get me wrong —I love him to death and that is one of many reasons why I said yes when he proposed to me. But these supposedly well-intentioned comments I hear about him really are offensive to me. So, I get it. I get what you mean when you hear people praise your husband for “being with you” despite “everything”. But you know what? Your autoimmune disease and the battles you have fought for yourself to this very day are one of the many reasons why I am sure your husband loves you. He sees strength in you that not many others can see as easily, and you inspire him to be the best person that he can be. So yeah, he’s damn lucky to be with you! (Or at least, that is what I can gather based on your post.) Thank you for sharing this. My fiancé and I are getting married soon, and your post has given me food for thought on how I want our wedding to be. What you said above about how “we are both lucky to have found each other” truly hits home and will be something I plan to use as a response to my family members once I hear those comments… Reply Thank you for this comment! You make a good point about me having these illnesses and handling them the way I do as being a reason my husband loves me. I think that is true for so many relationships and something I don’t actually think about or focus on enough! It sucks that your loved ones keep reminding you how lucky you are to have someone who is with you through your illness. It’s rough to hear these comments all the time! I’m wishing you all the best in your engagement, wedding, and your marriage to come! Reply Thank you so much for this! After only 8 weeks together, we found a mass in my fiancees chest. After that we found lesions on his esophagus. Top it off with a bad shoulder. We are facing at least two surgeries and who knows what afterwards. A lot of people have told me how amazing I am for staying (again, found this out after 8 weeks of dating) and how strong I am for being able to manage his health, countless tests and doctors appointments, our home, and my own life and career. First, I don't feel like I am amazing for staying. Who would ever abandon someone when they are sick? I knew I loved him and wanted to spend my life with him on our first date and nothing was going to stand in my way. Second, I am not strong. I sob, pray, and beg every morning in the shower that he comes through this. I am terrified beyond belief and every appointment/procedure makes my heart stop. Every aspect of our life has changed because of this and the stress is nearly constantly present. But what is also present is love, laughter, moments without pain, and hope. Someone asked me what it was like being with a sick person. I told them I am not with a sick person, I am with someone with a sickness and the sickness does not define him. Reply It’s so nice reading a comment from someone who is placed on the pedestal! Isn’t it interesting how when you are living through the situation this whole victim/hero complex seems so ridiculous. My husband laughs when people make these comments to us because it’s just not something we feel in our relationship. We are just two people in love doing the things we need to do. Reply Thank you so much for this post. My boyfriend (hopefully someday fiancé) has a compromised endocrine system (which fucks with his immunity), and I have borderline personality disorder, bipolar disorder, PTSD and panic attacks. We're both sick a lot, but we both understand this about each other and take care of each other. I *do* feel lucky to have someone to take care of me, because other romantic partners ran from me, and the one guy who stayed took advantage of me and abused his role as caretaker. But *I* feel lucky to be able to take care of my boyfriend as well: to have the strength to provide the support he needs. Marriage is very much a partnership, and I look forward to walking into it with eyes wide open, about both the bad and the good. I think we're each others' heroes, but the fact of the matter is, we were both struggling with our respective illnesses long before we met each other. Now we each have a partner to go through life with, in all its glory and pain. And that's what any partnership should be about, whether you're sick or not. Our illnesses do not define us. We define ourselves, and, with a little help, define each other. Thank you. Reply Yes!! Marriage is about experiencing life together and being a team through it all. Illness is a part of life so to me it only seems natural that we would face it head on together. I don’t particularly understand why people romanticize it and make such a big deal about it because it’s a very common thing that many couples have to go through. Reply Brilliant post. I got the same stuff when I got injured badly and needed help from my significant other at the time. Unbeknownst to all outsiders, that help was not there. He quit his job under the guise of looking after me so that he would look like the hero but really he blamed me for being sick, for being boring and for interrupting his leisure time with Dr appointments. In the end I got rid of him. I told him to move out and get out of my life. Then I had people saying they understood why he left me and I couldn't be mad at him for leaving because I was now disabled. It never ended to amuse me the looks on their faces when informed I got rid of him because he decided it was okay to push a woman with a spinal injury around. A person with an injury, an illness, a disability is not some romantic charity case. We have shitloads to offer the world and to offer any potential partner. If they are so lucky as to have us. Reply Wowwwwwwwww what a complete jerk. It’s so upsetting when people tell someone with an illness or injury that they should be lucky to be in any relationship at all regardless of how hurtful it is. And to say they understand why he left you! That’s so awful! But I’m unfortunately not surprised by that. I’m so glad you got rid of him. It’s so awful that he tried to play the hero card and was treating you like that the whole time. Ughhhhhhhhhh. Reply This resonated so strongly with me, so thank you for sharing! Between a chronic illness and my mom being placed on hospice shortly after my fiance and I got together, it took me such a long time to counter this narrative with those around me and in my own head. I had an entire lifetime of that fear of being too much with hospitalizations, my disease being genetic and therefore knowing I wouldn't carry a child, etc. that made a narrative in my head that I should consider myself lucky in a relationship. Screw that. My fiance is a huge reason I could create a new narrative, though, as she never saw herself as doing anything particularly amazing. She just loved me, however and wherever mentally I was, and that's exactly why I'm marrying her. We are strong, independent woman, but like every other person in the world, sometimes we want someone to lean on or to be present with us during the hard times – so, that's what we are vowing to each other. To always show up because love is supposed to do just that. 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