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You know, we all get those moments.
Those days where your blood sugars suck or your just tired of stabbing your fingers and your stuck feeling sorry for yourself because of this thing. I know this because I get those days, where I feel like "I'm only as good as my blood sugar."
Yet, my little brother has had it much longer then I have (diagnosed around 7 or 8, now 15) and doesn't think anything about it. Secretly, I use him as inspiration. I want to be just like him and not care anything about it because it's just part of who I am, so there's no point in limiting myself or feeling down about it. He's a good role model for me, and I know that I'm a good role model for others because of him..
But what about a bad role model? The ones that are seemingly always making people feel sorry for them, using their diabetes as a reason to be rude and get what they want from people.
Well, I met one in high school. She would be so rude to someone, then when the person was rude back she screamed "Well, I hope you know I have DIABETES!" or would pretend to feel low to get free food and other ugly actions that made the people around her treat other children with diabetes like glass dolls.
When I went on the senior trip, they put her and I in a room together because one of us would know what to do if the other one was either low or high. Of course, she's also ignorant of her own disease and claims silly things like "it's not genetics!" or something like that. So luckily my friend (that I had taught about diabetic emergencies for my own sake) and I, at least, knew what to do if anything was to happen.
It was a 3 day trip and she managed to disgust and insult me more then I've ever been as a Type 1 Diabetic and person who has it riddled throughout her family. Ever.
One morning, I got up and said something about eating too late. Then the girl said something about needing to eat right that instant. I said, "Is your blood sugar low? Because I have snacks and stuff for emergencies."
"Well then you have no reason to throw a fit"
"Pff. You wouldn't understand"
My friend looks at me and we both laugh. "I'm Diabetic too, I understand very well."
"No. You don't understand, I have full-on diabetes."
"What?" My friend laughs, "That doesn't even make sense, she does too."
But she had already walked out of the room. Leaving me feeling a little peeved.
Later on in the day, we had all met up as a group far away from the hotel. It was time to be at the hotel, so we waited for a bus. When none came we had to run across town to get back to the hotel before it was too late and we were left there. Running, I turned around to see the girl not even speed walking. We called out for her and waited, but she glared and whipped out her cellphone to call someone. Her friends ran to her and tried to coax her to hurry, yet it fell on deaf ears.
Not willing to be left, I angrily ran to the hotel only to notice a few of the teachers going to opposite way. I didn't pay much attention to them, though I knew they were going to get the girl.
A few minutes later, I was sprinting to the charter bus so I wouldn't be late and had one of the teachers stop my group to talk to us.
"You know, you left Christina. She was crying saying that no one had stopped for her and that she was all alone."
One of my group members spoke up. "That's bull! We did all we could to get her to come with us!"
The teacher shoke her head. "Well, She has diabetes."
It was my turn to speak up. "So? I have it and I kept up with the group just fine. Diabetes does not effect your people skills."
Huffing, the teacher frowned and motioned us to get on the bus.
I don't understand, this whole "feel sorry for me" stuff and how anybody like that can be happy with who they are. It's people like her that make people believe I'm fragile and weak because of it. If anything, I think it's made me a better person where it counts, you know?
Has anyone dealt with someone like this?
How did you feel or react?
What's the best plan of action when seeing a bad role model?
Please, add anything else in between. :D