The Childless Limbo

Among the many topics that were discussed at the Diabetes UnConference, womanhood was one of the ones that really resonated with me, for many reasons. But when you’re given the option to discuss diabetes and menopause vs. diabetes and getting pregnant, and you’re in neither of those groups, what do you do? You just sit and listen, in limbo…. with not much to contribute. At first I was OK because I have made peace with my barren womb; then I realized holy shit, I’m not alone and I have to talk about this.

I got married the first time when I was 24 and I thought it was going to be your regular agenda: marry, have kids, live happily ever after. Kids didn’t happen, it didn’t matter how much I wanted them. Then my endocrine system waged war against me and I spent, oh, so many sleepless nights figuring out a way to fulfill my motherhood dreams. I had a very well organized set of bookmarks that ranged from things I could do to get pregnant, fertility forums, and lastly adoption. None of it materialized, then the marriage was over, and I was kind of grateful there wasn’t any collateral, if you know what I mean.

The second time I got married, I already knew what my endocrine baggage was, and while getting pregnant was still a dream, it wasn’t my top priority, or at least I knew it was going to be hard work. I had my days when I got emotional about the fact that people around me were reproducing and I wanted to have a child so badly without success. Some other times I gave myself the pep talk, or I simply listened to what other people had to say.

Then one day my ex-husband and I decided to give fertility treatment a try, but we only got to phase one, the Clomid one, the one where you cry because the store doesn’t carry your flavor of ice cream, and stopped because a new job, new insurance, etc. Adoption was discussed briefly, but no real action was taken. That marriage failed, too. And some of the last words I heard was that not getting pregnant was all my fault for not doing what I was supposed to. After all, I knew what to do… so what the heck was my problem? In the end I was just glad that, once again, there was no collateral.

Fast forward a few years. Call me a repeat offender, I’m getting married for the third and LAST time in May. The guilt I carry for not having a properly functioning reproductive system is out of this world. Here I am, with the man I believe would make the best father for my children, and I don’t think it’s ever going to happen. People tell me never say never, but let’s call things by their name: I just turned 40 and I have type 2 diabetes. What kind of pregnancy would that be? What would happen to that child? It’s freaking scary. And he understands, my fiance does… and when he says he doesn’t care, I truly, really believe him. But we’re awesome people, fantastic people… without children? That’s just plains sucks.

So rewind to last weekend in Las Vegas, sitting in a room with a bunch of women, most of them in their reproductive age, and feeling that you’re not here or there, and you look at yourself, curse your diabetes and think this shit is hard. And what makes it harder is the fact that you bottle it up and let it fester and rot for years. You learn to dismiss it, you learn to tolerate it and it steals a little bit of your spirit every single day while you try to play the fool.

But then you find your kindred spirits… because whether you like or not, we have this diabetes thing in common, and we know what it feels like; insulin resistance, PCOS, all the ingredients in that beautiful cocktail some doctors call metabolic syndrome. And you don’t really want to whine about it, but dang it… sometimes you just have to whine about it. Because you know what? It’s not your fault, it’s not that you’re not trying hard enough… you were just dealt a crappy hand, and you need someone you can relate to.

We All Hate the Word “Compliance”

noun  |  com·pli·ance  |  \kəm-ˈplī-ən(t)s\
:  the act or process of doing what you have been asked or ordered to do
:  conformity in fulfilling official requirements
:  a disposition to yield to others

Keyword being ordered. Really? You gave me an order? Do doctors give us orders or recommendations? I prefer recommendations. Maybe I’m a rebel, maybe I question authority more than I should, maybe I’m adult and I only follow orders from my boss—and sometimes from my Mother. Who knows… but the word compliance has been thrown at me so many times by my primary care doctor, and it only adds to another fancy word we love in the diabetes world: guilt. I don’t like the word compliance when it comes to my diabetes; the doctor tells me I’m not compliant and I feel like I’m going through disciplinary action.

But why do we hate the word compliance so much? A few guesses for me…

  • Managing diabetes involves so much more than following a bunch of instructions from your doctor. Of course they know what you’re supposed to do, they went to school for that crap! I respect my doctor, and her knowledge, but when she talks to me like I’m a robot… that is not cool. I’m not a kid, stop telling me I didn’t do my homework correctly.
  • If you deal with not only one, but two or three (or more!) chronic conditions that require day to day tasks, it can get pretty overwhelming. Sometimes you forget your medication, sometimes your life is so hectic you don’t prioritize too well, sometimes you just want to say eff it. Or at least that’s what happens to me. Is it good? Nope, but hey… sh*t happens.
  • Depression, especially the clinical one, makes you not care… not one single bit. You’re down in the dumps and taking care of yourself is at the bottom of your priority list. You feel like you’re going to die anyway, so why bother. So asking about mental health should be the first thing any doctor should do with a patient that requires a constant regime for any kind of condition.
  • It’s not that we don’t want to do the right thing. DIABETES JUST SUCKS! So the doctor telling me I’m not compliant leaves out the fact that 1) I’m a human being, not a machine; 2) I’m not perfect; 3) I’m freaking tired of poking myself; 4) I just want to feel normal without all the hocus-pocus.

So no, it’s not only about following orders, or fulfilling requirements. The emotional component of diabetes makes it way more complicated than that. And like my good friend Bennet would say, your diabetes may vary. A set of rules and regulations for conformity, which I associate with the word compliance, is not what we need. We won’t conform… it’s not that easy. I want my doctor to work with me on a plan that works for me. I want my doctor to ask me how she can help me achieve my goals, not hers.

Because I don’t want to be compliant… I want to be successful!


And we called it #VegasDust

11082573_10153184953832328_3715320575136533662_nConferences attended by members of the Diabetes Online Community have always been surrounded by intrigue. Who gets to go, who pays for what, who feels excluded, who feels included. Reading posts in My Diabetes Secret makes you wonder if this community is as united as we think. I for one have been skeptical at some point; I have felt excluded because of my type of diabetes, or simply incapable of participating to the same extent many others do. I have done my best to do a little—successfully and unsuccessfully. I am sometimes afraid to share my ideas or implement them, and I have felt inadequate when life gets in the middle of trying to be an effective diabetes advocate.

Last year I decided I needed a break. I stopped participating actively in the DOC, and I took time off projects like DSMA en Vivo to regroup and think about my own diabetes management. I don’t know if I should call it diabetes burn out… but I felt like I was trying to give too much and was getting too little in return. I may be an advocate, but first and foremost, I am a person with diabetes who also needs support to deal with the intricacies of a chronic condition that gives you no time off. And to be brutally honest, I even felt like just another person with a twitter handle but no real connections.

When I first heard about the Diabetes UnConference, I imagined it was going to be yet another event where companies would gather PWDs like cattle, or they were going to bombard us with a lot of facts about diabetes technology that would go over my head, so I didn’t pay too much attention to it. Then my dear friend Jennifer told me I should come and we could be roommates. That was the motivation I had to even think of attending the conference… to meet a really good friend in person. Other than that, my expectations were low, but I went ahead and booked the flight, booked the hotel and registered. Many months passed, and the conference went completely off my radar. I was taking a break from social media, and I wasn’t even getting emails about it. Then little by little, announcements started coming, and I started getting excited. But my expectations were still low… and then I arrived in Las Vegas.

If you are reading this post wondering how we all got there, if we were bribed or enthused by a shiny marketing campaign, let me tell you we all dipped into our own bank accounts because we simply wanted to be there (of course there were sponsors whose support we are so grateful for, but the dynamic was completely different). If you are wondering if the only people present at the conference were the big fish of the DOC, let me tell you I was glad to see so many new faces and hear the stories of so many people that have, at some point, felt like they had no place in this community but found a safe place to land. The UnConference wasn’t about learning from the experts… not the kind of experts you are thinking about anyway. It was about connecting as patients.

I won’t go into detail about what went on in that conference room—what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas—mostly because it was so personal, so deep, I would feel like I am destroying the trust we were all so fortunate to gain. But I can tell you one thing: never in the 7-8 years I have been an active member of the DOC have I come back from an event feeling this raw, this emotional, this crazy… this so freaking awesomely finally understood. And there have been a lot of tears, because it’s dusty in Las Vegas, but mostly because every single person who attended the Diabetes UnConference left a mark in my heart. And for 15 years I have kept so much inside me, about how hard it is to live with diabetes, and it finally came out with tears, laughter, tons of hugs and the most encouragement I have received in my 15 years as a PWD… person with diabetes, regardless of its type.

And we called it #VegasDust.

vegasdustPhoto credit: Christopher Angell