Diabitch

Dating My Diabetes

what the fuck. why should i feel embarrassed to do something thats keeping me alive?

Unlike other kids, I have to check my blood sugar 8 to 10 times a day; everything I eat is measured and every carbohydrate counted. My kit goes with me everywhere I go … Too much exercise or not eating all my food can be dangerous. I think I’m too young to have to worry about all this stuff.

A list of autoimmune disorders play off the doctor’s tongue: diabetes, thyroid, fibromyalgia, alopecia, endometriosis.. It starts sounding like my family history, Cursed through the genomes that make up every fiber in our being. But it doesn’t stop there; You see, autoimmune disorders have a way of playing with your head— Messing with the chemicals, Making you believe that whatever you’re going through is either a) your fault or b) not real. It’s a destiny bestowed upon children who do not deserve it. So they congregate together, Share their stories, That’s how they cope, And some—some don’t make it to share their story. Some of their stories end with a bang, or with the dropping a bottle of pills, or silent; And up until that point they were bullied—physically, mentally, and emotionally abused by not only those around them, but their own immune system that barely knows how to function. So please, next time you think that someone with endometriosis is lying about their pain—shove it up your pie hole and at least have the decency to keep it to yourself. They are not lying—one day in their shoes would prove it. And next time you decide to “secretly” point and laugh at the girl with bald spots on her head, know that she doesn’t give a rat’s ass in front of you, but at home she will undoubtedly carve smiles into her skin—trying to convince herself she’s happy. And next time, and yes- there will be a next time, you see the teacher yelling at a student for having their ‘cellphone’ out, have the decency to look a little closer. That is not a cellphone. It’s an insulin pump. We did not choose this life, but no one has a choice, and you deal the cards dealt.