If You Read Nothing Else Today, Read This…

503662_17204362I’m not being overly dramatic when I say this should be mandatory reading for anyone who comes in contact with a person who has diabetes – and that is pretty much everyone in this country (and quite possibly, the world).

The best article I’ve ever read about the psychological manifestations of the physical issues of this disease.

Written by one of the most the most well-known diabetes blogger in the U.S. (and quite possibly, the world) and a person who has seen my ups and downs of diabetes and life since we met online before the DOC existed, Kerri just simply put my heart’s and head’s unintelligible aches into words.

This disease is not just numbers and data. It’s more than that, but often (too much), we are thrust under a spotlight (sometimes self-directed) and grilled about things that we may not have control over.

The guilt of complications, whether you have been “perfect” or like me, just “perfect” by blog moniker, is the same. We wander through days and nights with a tremendous burden that no one can take from us, but can add to the weight and guilt without knowing.

We don’t talk about complications enough, because to do so is soul exposing and frightening for anyone who wants not judgement, but understanding and support. We often, unfortunately, get judgement…. but no one judges as harsh as we do.

So, thanks to diaTribe for allowing Kerri to say what needs to be said:

Complications happen, and discussions about them shouldn’t be relegated to whispered fears in the bedroom after the lights are turned out. The language around complications needs to change from one of fault and guilt to that of perseverance and renewed hope. We, as a patient community, have the right to disclose our diabetes complications without being blanketed – and suffocated – by judgment.

Kerri says we shouldn’t just talk about it when the lights are out and I also believe that the light in which we share our complications and fears about them shouldn’t be under a bright spotlight of interrogation… starting with ourselves.

 

 

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