I am a 35 year old mother of two who's been married for six years. I have a full time job in marketing, a house in a nice neighborhood, and two new cars. I left home for college when I was 18 and have lived on my own without my parents help for the past 17 years. All that is to say that I'm a grown up. So why am I scared shitless to tell my parents that I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes 3 weeks ago?
My mother has a way with words, shall we say? I feel confident that the first words out of her mouth will be something along the lines of "Ah-ha! Eating all that chocolate finally caught up with ya, huh?" I wish I was exaggerating,.but alas, I'm really not. I almost feel like I need to preempt telling her with the warning that she's not allowed to say a word until I'm done talking about it.
At this point, I don't exactly have a reason to tell her. I live in Austin and she lives 4 hours away in Dallas, so it's not like I see her all the time. We're close, don't get me wrong, we talk almost every day. But I just feel like having her know at this point will do me more harm than good because she'd ask me about it all the time and I'd have to listen to her ignorant comments. I know that she would immediately tell all her friends so that they can all tsk-tsk about how I didn't take care of myself and ate my way to diabetes.
My mom isn't one to be persuaded to change her mind. She isn't swayed by "facts". It's like she's old and set in her ways, though I wouldn't say she's really old at just 60. It won't matter that I tell her that you can't give yourself diabetes or that you can't get it if you don't have the predisposition to get it. It won't matter to her that my grandfather (her dad) is also type II, so there's a family precedent. It won't matter that I had gestational diabetes twice, something which she also used to say that I did to myself by eating too much during pregnancy. The ironic thing is that she gained about 50 pounds when she was pregnant with me and I only gained 19 with one pregnancy and 20 with the other. So she gained 30 pounds more than I did either time and yet somehow I'M the one who ate too much. That's just typical mom-logic right there.
Anyway, I'm not really looking for answers here. I know that I'll have to tell her eventually, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Maybe it'll be easier to do it in person, but we'll see.