Disabled = sexabled?

I must admit how terrible a person I can be. Perhaps it's my introverted nature, or maybe I'm really just an awful jerk (survey says. . . both). And because of today's college atmosphere, I have to admit to myself and the people who grade me that I'm really lousy in most environments which involve volunteer work. Old people can't hear me (I speak in a frequency which people are likely to go deaf in, and I also alternate the volume and pitch of my voice in a pattern inconsistent with normal speech), I am bad with kids (I once started a fight between two kids while doing afterschool tutoring), and I was raised by Republicans and naturally have an issue with the homeless. But there's one disability that I can somehow work with: disabled people. My only issue is that I'm afraid I'll offend them, but I think everyone feels that way unless they've been around them for a long time.

So I guess this isn't really a great preface, but I've just read an enlightening article I got off the current Savage Love Column about sex surrogates--which are like the über volunteers of disabled people. Essentially, these are trained people who enabled disabled people to love their bodies, and to learn how to love others as well (and I do mean that naughty, fun kinda love). While the writer does express his eventual cynicism--his surrogate was only so helpful when all she eventually gave him was false hopes. But I think he does suggest something better--hospitals which rehabilitate the disabled in sexual matters as well as others. I mean, what would be the first question on my mind if I suddenly became disabled: "Am I still going to be able to have sex?"
"Will anyone want to have sex with me?"
"Will I be left to disabled fetishists and prostitutes for sexual needs?"
"Am I even going to be able to get myself off?"

Why the fuck aren't rehabilitation hospitals doing this? I think disabled people have enough trouble. Sure, teach them to cook for themselves and be independent, but show them how to fuck, how to date, how to love, and how to love themselves. It's a new world in that of disability, and I don't think we should just leave it to their great personality for them to find someone willing to take on all of the responsibilities which come with loving a disabled person. I think if I could get past the disabled nature of someone, I would certainly go on a date, and, if all went well, hop in the sack--or chair--I'm flexible. But it would be difficult to actually go that distance with someone if they were so wound up about hating their body or being afraid to hop in the sack--or chair--I'd be more turned off than a cold piece of fried cod. C'mon, think about how much easier it would be (relatively) for disabled people to hook up if they could summon the confidence to seal the deal/push the envelope/fuck someone on a date. Starting the disabled off on the right foot (excuse the terribly insensitive pun--refer to the first sentence for an explanation) with self confidence and a healthy attitude about their sexuality could just do wonders for them on the dating scene.

How can our medical system acknowledge the importance of sexuality to mental and physical health, and then turn it away in actual practice at the same time? Get a grip, health system. No, lower. Little lower. There you go.

Now deal with it.