When I started dating and making friends, I understood my worth and approached these situations from a healthy place. Whether dating or making friends, I, for the most part, felt wanted. With dating, I felt desired by others, though they would sometimes fetishize me because of my cultural identity and queerness and ignore my disability as though it was a separate entity from me. They would label me a “spicy Latina” or think I was “easy” for liking all genders, and, perhaps to keep their fantasy of me, they didn’t even bother to categorize my disability in the same way.
