“One awesome thing about Eeyore is that even though he is basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all his friends. And they never expect him to pretend to feel happy, they just love him anyway, and they never leave him behind or ask him to change.”
(From a post on Facebook. No idea who the author is unfortunately as I’d love to credit them.)
I’m incredibly lucky in that the vast majority of my friends are like Eeyore’s friends. They still invite me to events even though for a variety of reasons I’m often unable to go or have to cancel at the last minute. No one expects me to change. They don’t mind if I need a cry or a rant or fall apart from time to time. They accept me as I am as I do them.
I’ve had run-ins with the other type of people. The ones who get annoyed at you because “you’re never well enough to go on 20+ mile cycle trip picnics” or “you always cancel on the day”. This “friend” always planned birthdays that were either too physically taxing for me due to my asthma or too expensive or way out of my comfort zone. Now these were his birthdays and he’s free to do what he likes (within the law) and I’d never expect him to change his plans to suit me. What I objected to was the phone call where he gave me a really hard time and called me a bad friend because his plans weren’t always suitable for me. He’s no longer a friend. Life is far too short to waste time on people who cannot accept me as I am, disabilities and all.