The one thing I can guarantee is that my parkinson’s will continue to get worse, but hopefully slowly, and my depression will always be a balancing act. This last month actually saw a big improvement in my depression and all I needed to do was to eat enough food at dinner before taking my pills. Easy enough.
But I still struggle with the notion of being alone, most likely from here on to the end. It’s hard to imagine the person who’ll take a look at me and say, hmm, not interested in sex and has a progressive neurological disease, gotta get me some of that! I’m not saying I’m unworthy, just that it’s a tough road.
Interestingly none of this has anything to do with being trans. I think being trans by itself would only be a minor impediment. It also doesn’t mean I won’t keep my eyes open and try, it just means I’m realistic.

I wish I lived closer – it would be fun to hang out and talk about the good old/bad old days at RPI. Sorry you’re going through this alone. Local support group maybe?
Lou
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Hi Lou, it would be nice. I’m a bit lazy about finding support groups, and what looking I’ve done hasn’t been encouraging. Good idea though.
I remember RPI well though and still sent my daughter there for architecture. I have to say they gave her a first rate education.
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Power to you!
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People will look at you & think “Wow! She’s really intelligent & well educated & a great conversationalist. I will certainly enjoy spending time with her.”
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