I'm astounded on a daily basis the number of enablers that are around me regarding my diabetes and I'm even more surprised at the lack of understanding and/or caring these people have for my health.
My husband LIVES WITH ME…it's been over a year since my diagnoses…I educate him daily as to what I need as a diabetic. Yet…he comes home one night with a HUGE bag of potato chips in my favorite flavor and says to me…" I bought these to make you feel better since your day has been so crappy." I have addiction issues with food, I have an eating disorder, I've been seeing a therapist because of these issues. I put my hands to my forehead and truly wonder WTF doesn't he get about my life!?!?! I can't eat crap like that! Then the eating addiction kicks in and I can't stop at one…then the guilt sets in and now I'm battling the eating disorder… the diabetes isn't even at the front of my thoughts because I can't mentally get a handle on everything else to even think about that part of my life.
Then I have a mother that buys me gluten free brownie mixes because if they are gluten free, they MUST be good for diabetics. I've wondered for a long time, but now I know… my father never stood a chance of surviving this disease with my mother doing the cooking.
And it doesn't stop there… all my clients know I'm diabetic. Yet they bring things around the holidays that even they know I can't eat. I get chocolates, sweets, sweet breads, donuts… the list goes on and on. MOST of the time I can throw it out once they leave, but that doesn't always happen. As hard as I try to prepare myself, I'm never quite ready to deal with the onslaught of food that is pushed in my face.
I'm so tired of the lectures I get about what I eat, when I eat, how I eat…onandonandonandon. I feel like saying… don't lecture me about how I prepare a meal for myself when YOU can't prepare a meal that's diabetic friendly. I'm so over it all that anything I say now is going to come out in the most aggressive manner that I can muster without being written out of the family will.
I'm so over all of this ( gesturing with hands wildly). I want everyone and I mean EVERYONE out of my business…out of my face…out of my hair…out of my medical records… I don't care what they are in, but I want them the "F" out!
I'm sorry about the rant. Apparently, I've been holding this in for awhile. This was supposed to be something light and funny. I don't think I came close to "light and funny"… but I'd be lying if I said I felt differently than what I've described.
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