I'm realizing there's a very good reason why most disabled and chronically ill people complain of loneliness. It's because friends don't like to be the one to make plans. I'm not sure how that works if EVERYONE is like that. Actually I am sure. It doesn't. Friends fall by the wayside until they vanish completely.
Of course there are the rare exceptions, but those tend to be family members. It's the very rare friend who will be the one to make the effort to keep in touch and suggest plans.
I have also come to terms with being that person with my friends. If I want to see them EVER than I have to be the one to text, call, suggest SPECIFIC plans... (that's the key, they have to be specific.) And there are a lot of people in my life whose company I enjoy enough to make that effort. And those who I don't.
The person I call my best friend is one of those people who would make an effort even if I was ill and couldn't do it myself. That's one of the reasons I say she's my "best friend." She's reliable, funny, fun to be with, smart, a feminist, doesn't hound or smother me, makes plans and asks me to join her. All qualities I admire.
She's also anxious as hell. Complicated. A contradiction. Traumatized and stubborn. Not all bad qualities. I think of it like a dessert. If it was too sweet I couldn't have much of it. People need balance.
I also admire how important her heritage is to her. She's half Samoan and half Italian. Funnily enough her Samoan half seems more important to her. But I get it. I value my Italian heritage even if it is much less than my English or Irish genes.
I find now that I have my sisters in my life and their very large families it leaves less time to spend with my friends. But I will always make time for those who enrich my life.

















