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Today is a tough day. 10 years of being type 1 diabetic. 10 years of still not wanting to talk about diabetes because people still don’t know what type 1 diabetes is (although thanks to Nick Jonas’s comeback, I can now just say “it’s the kind Nick Jonas has”).

10 years of getting really good at finding places to sneak a shot or hide my pump. Wishing diabetes was as invisible as I try to make it. Avoiding pulling my meter or pump out in front of people who don’t know, because of 10 years of “what’s that? Oh you’re diabetic?” and the judgment & shame that leads to “no not that kind it’s type 1” and then having to explain what that means.

10 years of being tired of explaining.

10 years of people telling me to “hope for a cure” while I live with reality. This is my life. Don’t feel bad for me, just understand. To you it’s invisible, but for us it never stops, Type 1 is a 24/7 monster that requires constant attention.

10 years, I start out every morning the same way. I check my sugar and make sure there is enough insulin in my pump for the day. My blood sugar is usually low and I need juice, which is always on my bedside table. Then the daily battle begins, check, eat, insulin, repeat, check, correct, insulin, repeat. Every activity requires planning, measuring, checking, adjusting. Things you can’t control or predict-exercise, stress, heat require more planning, more checking, more adjusting. Too low, correct with food, wait 15 minutes, too high, correct with insulin, wait 15 minutes, too low again?! Correct. Wait. Too high. Correct. Wait. Repeat. Always carry a snack, never skip a meal.

10 years of unexpected lows and highs that have been responsible for cancelled plans, waking up in the middle of the night in cold sweats, hospital & ER visits, extreme grumpiness (sorry to those who have had to endure this), and endless frustration from having to check my sugar, eat, and take insulin until it’s all balanced out. Infections, swelling, surgery, getting your pump stuck in door knobs.

10 years of battling to feel in control of my own body. 10 years of hiding battle scars & bruises. 10 years strong.

10 years later, I’m not afraid to #showyoumypump . I’m not scared of the judgement or the ignorance because I’m proud of my journey and have found that as much as I hate diabetes, it has made me stronger than I thought I could ever be.

So, happy 10 year diaversary to me, we celebrating.

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This is an awesome addition to the T1D community!

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alyssinmymind

#gilmore girls

glucose101

Prayers please

My friend’s been in the hospital for over a week now. Please just pray for her. It started as a visit to the ER for a long lasting cold that was affecting her diabetes and heart condition in a vicious cycle, but today she’s in the ICU trying to get some other problems under control. I know she’ll be okay but I want her to have a smooth recovery and get back on her feet emotionally too. Thank you 🐻

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misswallflower

You may think I’m small, but I have a universe inside my mind.

(via a-2721)

#quotes

dexcommunism

my favorite metaphor for what it’s like to have t1 is chinese water torture

to everyone else, us getting fed up with this condition looks like we’re freaking out about a drop of water hitting our face and they wonder what the big deal is

they don’t see that it’s the 20th time a drop of water has hit our face that day and the drops won’t be stopping any time soon unless we give up on proper management and meet an even worse fate. we’re in a corner being poked with a stick and the only escape route is off a cliff. I am very tired of living with this condition.

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c10h12-deactivated20220325

#preach #equality #humanism

kushandwizdom

My goal is to create a life that I don’t need a vacation from.

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#quotes

All my friends: *quitting their jobs to follow their bliss*

Me: Hmmm yea, well... health insurance.

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mydiabetessecret

The fact that people are so uneducated of this disease and decide to be funny by making a joke about it is disgusting . Who the hell do you think you are. But the sad part is that they will never know how much these comments hurt because I don’t have the courage to speak up.

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queeranne

The hashtag #NoWomanEver is dropping truth bombs

#nowomanever #gender equality #gender equity #equality

ithelpstodream

I don’t care which bathroom you use, I just want you to wash your hands.

#equal rights

xenobites

#gilmore girls

bullletproof-love

Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.

comic-canary

My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.

Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.

edmundo-noches-buckley

I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.

“Melissa, did you punch him?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Why?”

“Because he snapped my bra strap.”

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”

I didn’t get suspended that day.