People usually remember that I’m diabetic only when I’m eating. And then they think that’s all it is— a food thing.
But I still have t1 diabetes when I leave the dinner table.
I’m diabetic when I wake up and when I’m sitting down doing homework. I’m diabetic when I’m playing tennis, when I’m picking my outfit for the day, when I’m babysitting and when I forget the words when I’m singing to myself…
I’m diabetic when I’m stressed and disappointed, excited or in love, angry and ashamed or lonely or hurt. It doesn’t go away when I put the cap back on the syringe. It does not retreat once I fall to sleep.