I’m one day late with this post, but the Diabetes Blog Week is probably what I need right now because I feel like I’m in a diabetes emotional rut. Physically I’m OK (apart from being tired due to fertility treatment hormones), but I don’t think I’ve ever felt so disconnected from the DOC, and that’s mostly my fault. So participating in the D-Blog Week may be just what I need to let it out out and make peace with myself.
Anyway, the first post is about admiring/embracing our differences and that is something that has has been on my mind since I attended the Weekend for Women Conference organized by Diabetes Sisters in Raleigh a couple of weeks ago. I can blame the hormones and the feeling extremely tired, but I spent my whole time there wondering why I felt so out of place. I just wasn’t receptive to any of the presentations, and when gathered in more intimate groups I put up a wall as soon as an insulin pump was mentioned. I have type 2 diabetes and most of the time I have no input when it comes to insulin use. And sad to say, most women who attended the conference are type 1. We need more type 2’s making their voices heard during these events, in my opinion.
As I tried to come up with a post to express how I felt, I thought it was just going to upset people. Because, really… I don’t wear an insulin pump, but I am a diabetic and I have my challenges every day. That shouldn’t make me put myself in a little shell of “nobody really understands me;” especially because I think it is my job to speak up about my condition and share my experience. I’ve never agreed with the whole type 1 vs. type 2 war and people thinking one is worse than the other (I still have people asking me if I have the “good” or the “bad” kind of diabetes… OMG!).
I’ve been thinking and… all that insulin pump talk? I love it! Because I learn, because when someone comes to me and asks me about type 1 diabetes I can tell them something at least. Because I learn from people whose condition is a little different than mine. Because at the end of of the day, I am grateful I don’t have to go to bed thinking if my kid is going to have a low at night, yet I pray for all those mothers of children with diabetes. Because I think people who have lived with type 1 diabetes for years are not only an inspiration, but the face of hope.
So thank you for teaching me. Keep talking about those pumps!