I agree. I have a tendency to hide too. When I speak up, especially in a group of people who are battling the same thing, I feel connected and I get encouragement.
I didn't wear eyeglasses until I was 8. I didn't know anything was wrong. Despite being almost legally blind, I had no yardstick; no idea that the letters on the chalkboard at school were supposed to be distinct. I got by. That was normal for me. You make a great point that our "normal" is not defined by a universal standard.I can't remember a time I wasn't diabetic. This is normal for me - I have have no memories or anything to draw upon as to what it's like to live without diabetes.
Ahh...memories.I didn't wear eyeglasses until I was 8. I didn't know anything was wrong. Despite being almost legally blind, I had no yardstick; no idea that the letters on the chalkboard at school were supposed to be distinct. I got by. That was normal for me. You make a great point that our "normal" is not defined by a universal standard.
I don't know how my nearsightedness went undetected for as long as it did. I mean, I was only in third grade, but there apparently were no obvious signs that I couldn't see anything clearly at a distance (not even printed material, which, to this day, must be just a few inches from my eyes to be in focus).I'll never forget the look on the eye doctor's face when she finally did take me for an eye exam & the doctor told her, "How could you wait this long to give him an eye exam; he's practically blind?"
I had an eerily similar ordeal when I was 12, and my eyesight bombed out on me, over the summer break. When I returned to school, I could not read the blackboard; and the teacher gave me static and called me lazy or something.Ahh...memories.
I didn't wear glasses until I was 9....also extremely nearsighted. My mom didn't want to think of any of her kids as less than "perfect," so she didn't take me to an eye doctor even after the school principal suggested it. I'll never forget the look on the eye doctor's face when she finally did take me for an eye exam & the doctor told her, "How could you wait this long to give him an eye exam; he's practically blind?" My mom answered, "OK....maybe you're right.....maybe he needs glasses.....but for how long?" LOL!!
My idiotic elementary school teachers accused me of "being lazy & not wanting to do my schoolwork & making up stories about not being able to read the blackboard," even after they moved me to the front row.
Sorry, this happened to you! My mother's "friends" all quit coming around when she began to show early signs of dementia. I guess they thought it was contagious?I reached out for help when I suffered an adverse reaction to immunotherapy. It was a great way to lose many friends. "Hey, guess what? I might have anaphylactic shock which could be lethal." I'd hate to get cancer.
To paraphrase comedian Drew Carey, “So you failed? There’s a club for that. It’s called EVERYBODY. And they met at the bar.”Even though I know coming here and participating is one of the things that helps me stay on top of things. I really hate admitting I have failed to maintain.
I've got to admit that I've been struggling! And not exactly hiding, but ignoring. Every once in a while I try to ignore my diabetes--it never turns out well.To paraphrase comedian Drew Carey, “So you failed? There’s a club for that. It’s called EVERYBODY. And they met at the bar.”
Whether or not they post about it here, I’m guessing every one of us has had a time (or more than one) when we were not the people we wanted to be. I know that applies to me.
My husband and I have kind of given each other permission to eat. He isn't diabetic, but knows what I should eat. He has weight issues and thinks calorie counting will solve everything. He also never met a Chinese or Indian buffet that he didn't like!I'm sorry you're struggling, etherea! Anything you want to talk about?