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Learning to Enjoy Dating with a Brain Injury

Learning to Enjoy Dating with a Brain Injury

Marking the three year anniversary of my brain injury with an essay.

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When you’re in your early 30s and want to date but have a traumatic brain injury—as I’ve had since 2022—dating with a brain injury and its challenges is the only option.


Afraid of letting my TBI define me, I was loath to talk about it. That’s no longer the case.

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Doing things with a brain injury and reflecting on how they’re different now doesn’t mean it defines me. It’s educational.

A brain injury sometimes feels like involuntary enrollment in a class on how to be. I want to share the lessons so people can learn without suffering a TBI. Mine is part of me—a chronic condition. Everything is different after brain injury, but can be learned from or trained. I get to employ my plastic brain to perform its essential task: learning.

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Choosing not to do things because of TBI would mean it defines me. I’m too stubborn. I’ve worked hard, but I’d be remiss not giving some credit to luck.

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TBI made me realize I had a predilection for extremes. All/nothing; win/lose; black/white. There’s a middle ground—shades of gray.

One end of the TBI reaction spectrum is granting it definitional power.

I would, but can’t the same way so won’t.

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The other is denial.

Fuck it. If I don’t acknowledge my injury it doesn’t exist.

Being of extremes, initially those were my two options. No gray. Definition wasn’t what I wanted so I denied, less viable as time wore on. It took years but I’ve found a gray middle, mixing good parts of denial—fuck it—with acceptance. Fuck it can be a fruitful place to operate from.

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Summer 2023, a few months into my third decade, I downloaded Bumble and Hinge to try dating with a TBI. I’d used Bumble years before, never Hinge, and was too old for Tinder. There are other ways to meet people but apps are king these days.

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At the start, I went on dates to go on dates. Exposure therapy: gradually exposing myself to “things, situations and activities [I feared].”

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