So, I've had T1 for over 9 years. I've never been very open about it, largely because I was unwilling to accept it myself. About a year ago, I decided that this was going to catch up with me and my health sooner or later and I decided to take better care of myself. Six months ago, I got a pump, which was a huge step for me, considering that it is the first time I've ever had a real visible marker of my invisible disease.
After I got my pump, I've always kept it clipped to my belt. Once and a while, someone would ask me what it was. The first time was by the man behind the counter at a convenience store. He said, "is that a phone?" and I replied, "no, it's my pancreas." Needless to say, I got a pretty blank stare from him in return. Most of the time I smirk when people think it's a pager and that I am a doctor on call.
Last week, we were covering diabetes in my nursing school class. I never told anyone at school I had diabetes. (I know... what if I passed out??) My professor first thing asks if anyone has diabetes. I, not really thinking about it, raise my hand. She stares at me in bewilderment and asks "YOU have diabetes?!" "Yes." "Type 1 or Type 2?" "Type 1". And she continues the lecture, asking me questions along the way. It was pretty liberating, I guess. Also, this whole diabetes thing should help me do really well on my test, considering the fact that I have lived all of this.
And, you know what? Lots of my classmates were asking me all sorts of questions about it. Those who were asking... they are going to be great nurses.
SO, thanks to tudiabetes for helping me to become more comfortable with myself and my partner in life, diabetes. I can't wait to educate more people about this disease and help my patients with their own D-journeys.