Now, I am a lot of things: some of them good, some of them not so good, but one of the not so good things about myself which I have been trying to change is that I don’t do so well with being alone.

I’d thought that travelling to various countries on my own in the months before I started university had been a decent way to combat this in preparation for moving out. What I hadn’t considered though, is that yes, I went through the airports and across the countries solo, but once I’d arrived wherever I was going it only really took me a couple of minutes before I’d found people to pass the time with. So, I was never alone for that long. This meant that when I found myself sitting in a room on my own at university for hours at a time, week after week, trying to find my feet in my degree, and surrounded by people I’d known for two minutes, I struggled. But those achingly lonely moments at university aren’t the ones any of us are supposed to talk openly about because these are supposed to be ‘the best years of your life’ where you come out of your shell; you’re not supposed to retreat back in.

In our first year, every single one of my friends experienced moments where they felt overwhelmed by it all, but I know that the thing missing the most for me was the safety you get when you’re around people who completely understand you. Like all of us, it takes me a second to totally relax and ‘be myself’ with people; in fact, I think that going to university has made me take longer to do that than I ever did before. Yet even after forming some of the closest friendships I’ve ever had, I still struggle with the fact that nobody truly understands me because they don’t understand my physical disability. My friends from school kind of got it since they saw me in a wheelchair for months at a time when my foot acted up, but even then they didn’t really engage with it because we were kids and me potentially having to be in a wheelchair for a bit was just something that happened. Then even though my closest friends at university do try to support me with my feet, they could only really do that after my foot had gotten bad and again, even then it’s just not really something anyone else can help me with unless they’re with me all the time. So, I had to accept that I have to do it on my own, and for the first couple of years since that realisation, it felt really lonely.

But being alone doesn’t need to have as many negative connotations as we like to give it. (I think) I’ve now fully accepted that all the disability stuff is pretty much a solo mission, and there will be times when I cry about that because it gets really difficult, but that’s just how it is. We each have to accept that there are always going to be certain things we can’t get from people. For example, you’re always going to have that friend who’s a right laugh in person, but you definitely couldn’t rely on them in an emergency; that doesn’t mean that the friendship isn’t worthwhile, or that the person doesn’t care for you, it just means that we shouldn’t expect every individual to be able to give us everything we need because if we do that, we’ll only be disappointed. Besides, that’s a lot of pressure to put on every relationship we have with someone. In practice though, it is difficult to accept this and I should know, because I’ve relied heavily on people and ended up disappointed by them more times than I could count, and I’d be lying if I said that I’ve completely stopped doing this. Nonetheless, I am trying to become more self-reliant because it’s just not healthy to allow the actions of others to dictate your happiness.

Stopping myself from doing this is an active effort, given that everywhere we look in popular culture we’re hounded by the impossible image of a perfect life where we’ve got a perfect relationship and perfect friends who never falter and are there for every second and every ounce of what we need. I don’t want to suggest that my friends and family aren’t brilliant because they are. Instead, the point I want to make is that we each have to learn how to be good on our own because no matter how amazing your friend, partner, or family member is, they could never be everything you need, or understand you completely. 

Since I’ve started to be comfortable in doing things on my own like going to the cinema or to a gig because I want to and can’t be bothered to convince another person to come even though it’s not something they’re super into, it’s clear that there’s an unnecessary stigma around doing things in public on your own. For some reason, we’re telling people that they have to be with someone else, otherwise they look like a loser who nobody likes – and that kind of social rejection seems to be a fate worse than death for many of us. But seriously, when was the last time you saw someone walking around on their own and you thought ‘wow, what a weirdo, imagine being alone and not in the house, they must be a psycho’ ? Who even cares that much? 

And if you do judge people like that then get a new hobby because that one’s lame.

Thus, the moral of today’s blog is that I think you should do whatever the hell you want to do and not rely on other people for your happiness. After all, when you lie down at night, it’s just you in that head of yours, so you’ve got to make sure that you feel comfortable being there.