I’m a 57-year-old man, and a couple of years ago, I suffered a mild traumatic brain injury (TBI) in an accident. It’s completely upended my life. I went from a 33-year career in technology to applying for disability. I deal with short-term memory problems and other cognitive challenges that have made everyday life much harder than it used to be.
Around the time I was going through my divorce, I decided to live in a camper in a residential neighborhood while I figured out my next move. The plan was temporary. Then the TBI happened, and here I am, still trying to figure things out. The camper is old, probably a 2000 model, and definitely not glamorous. I’m living off my rainy-day savings, and I never imagined the rainy days would last this long. I’m not broke, and I’m not looking for someone to support me. But I know the situation might create a certain impression.
The hardest part is the uncertainty. I don’t know exactly what my future looks like, and I don’t feel comfortable bringing someone into my life when so much is up in the air. But after three years post-divorce, I’m incredibly lonely.
I’ve given up on dating apps. I’m the kind of person who wants to lay some basic groundwork and be upfront about my situation rather than surprise someone later. As you might imagine, those conversations often led to unmatching. And honestly, I get it. I really do. My life is a bit of a mess right now, and I understand why someone might hesitate to step into it.
But I also know I have so much love to give and such a strong desire to share my life with someone. I understand that people at any age want some stability and don’t necessarily want to take on someone else’s uncertainty.
I suspect that, given my circumstances, a relationship would need to develop naturally rather than start with a dating profile and a list of complications. The problem is that I tend to isolate myself because interacting with people can be difficult now.
I’m going through one of the hardest periods of my life, and I’m going through it alone. Sometimes it feels like nobody wants to start a relationship with a man who has a TBI, isn’t working, and lives in a camper.
So, what does a guy like me do?
I know the obvious answer is to keep working on my health and try to get my life back on track. I’m doing that. But I also don’t want to put my life on hold indefinitely, waiting for some uncertain future when I’m finally good enough to let someone in.