Call me insane. I’ll agree with you happily.
One definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. (There are many who attributed that definition to Einstein or Twain, wrongly so, but it’s catchy and apropos, so who cares?)
The second Diabetes UnConference, held in Las Vegas from March 11 to March 13, 2016 proves that I am insane, because I wanted a different result.
The Diabetes Collective provides the framework, the facilitators, and many of the same topics. But what makes each conference different is the attendees and their inputs and insights. And not only was the conference different from the first held over a year ago, the outcome was different, too.
We had alumni return, volunteering their time to help ensure the “behind the scenes” items ran smoothly. They provided soothing continuity to me, a reminder that other people believe in this mission to provide safe, protective environments to talk about the psychosocial aspects of living with diabetes with others impacted by diabetes. My facilitators, many of them alumni themselves, gave their all to guide the conversations around the topics the attendees chose.
And the new attendees were… breathtaking. Some knew what to expect because they had friends who attended last year, but others came bravely, baring their souls. They have won my heart with their willingness to participate and add their voices to our community.
We also included a new group: PLUs, otherwise known as People who Love Us. Spouses, siblings, parents and significant others joined us this year, creating their own safe space to share. Do I know what they discussed? Nope. I’m not a PLU and because we honor the policy of not sharing what is said inside the sessions, all I can tell you is that some powerful bonds were created.
2,521 years of diabetes was the final total in the room.
Some triumphant years, some scary years, but when I looked at all the fortitude and determination in those faces surrounding me, I felt like there was nothing that we couldn’t do together. We had Joslin Medalists (50+ years) and those who had been diagnosed less than a year ago. Some Type 2, some Type 1, some who were impacted by diabetes in their lives but living with functioning pancreases. We can move mountains or, if nothing else, support each other through peer support.
Tears. Laughter. Anger. Frustration. All to be expected. After all, this is my tribe. And I love each of them not because of the connection… I love them for who they are at the very core of their beings – and it has nothing to do with diabetes. And what was different? Everything, because my tribe chose the topics and then bared their souls. New year, new souls.
I look forward to growing our tribe at the next Diabetes UnConference in Atlantic City in September and being completely insane again.