After an accident left you disabled, you looked into a dating app, finding love but hiding your wheelchair use due to embarrassment. Repeatedly, dates would leave upon your condition. Then you met Desmond, who seemed different, kind, attentive, potentially. Excited, you arranged to meet, hoping he’d accept you. At the restaurant, his reaction to your wheelchair was a mix of surprise and discomfort. It was a promising start he excused himself to get his medicine from his car and never came back