No Room in My Life for Dia-Meanies

Last week, there was a post on a medical professional’s personal Facebook stating that she was “shaking her head” at the fact a JDRF chapter was holding a Pancake Breakfast as a T1D fundraiser event. Though I try not to get involved with the comment section of controversial posts, I couldn’t help but give my two-cents about how I believe that we need to recognize people with diabetes can eat ANYTHING that they want, as long as they know the carbohydrate count.

Though many people supported my statements, there were a lot of individuals who completely missed the point I was trying to make. OF COURSE I realize that eating a low-carb diet helps to minimize spikes in blood sugar post-meal. I absolutely recognize the merit in following a low-carb lifestyle.

However, I believe that people with diabetes should be empowered and educated, rather than spoken down to. I don’t want to think of anyone “shaking their head” at me because I choose to eat REGULAR pancakes with REGULAR maple syrup. To each their own, right? I take full responsibility for what happens when I choose to eat carbohydrates. I try to arm myself with all the tools (insulin pump & CGM) and continuously work each day to “understand” the in’s and out’s of my own personal management and how my ratios and settings work for me. I believe that if you want something, you should not deny yourself. Moderation is key in life. I am lucky to have the discipline (most days) to keep my consumption in check.

I had a unique interaction with a girl who was quite mean-spirited while trying to get her own personal point/low-carb agenda across. It at first left me feeling hot, prickly, and mad. I was SO offended that someone could be SO terrible to someone else with diabetes. I am well versed in the world of “mean girls” and I know when someone is being a jerk unnecessarily. It took me a good 24 hours, but finally I made peace with the fact that another T1D wanted to put me down. So instead of whining and complaining about the experience interacting with her, I wrote a poem.

The medical professional who wrote the original post ended up changing her statement, recognizing that there were people who were offended by how she tried to get her point across. I appreciate that she understood the issue some of us saw in her wording of her post and am glad she addressed it online. I’ve even seen her post more educational and considerate posts several times since.

At the end of the day, I just wish people with diabetes (and those without) would realize that we all do things a little differently and if someone doesn’t live their life the same as you, they aren’t necessarily wrong – and neither are you. Life is hard as it is. We should focus on lifting each other up and helping each other, rather than criticizing. I hope that going forward, I can help spread positivity and understanding when and where I can.

pancakes

Maddi with an “I”

I wonder how it feels
To simply know it all
To blindly judge a stranger
To make them feel so small

I wonder if you realize
Our journey is the same
We both can feel the burden
But it’s me you chose to shame

Yet I am not the enemy
I could even be a friend
Instead you want to tear me down
With messages you send

You spoke before you thought
Or maybe you’re just rude
Your condescending words were shared
To judge my choice of food

You want to know my A1c
And proudly boast your own
Like somehow you are “better”
Based on digits you had shown

You dare to look down on me
It really makes me sad
To think a girl with diabetes
Could treat me quite this bad

I know I am not perfect
I still have lots to learn
But clearly so do you, my dear
So now it is your turn

You get nowhere by being mean
It adds darkness to your soul
Why not try a little kindness, girl
And keep good vibes as your goal

It’s likely you won’t see this
These words you’ll never read
But I will not be silenced
And by example I will lead

There is no need to shame
To make others feel they’re less
It really speaks of who you are
A churlish girl, I must confess

Diabetes can be tough
We each must find our way
But I will speak for those who can’t
And with confidence I’ll say

To mind your own damn business
I make the choices best for me
Open your heart and understand
What a bit of perspective can help you see

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8 thoughts on “No Room in My Life for Dia-Meanies

  1. “Dia-meanies” haha! You are the sweetest girl, I can’t imagine anyone giving you crap about anything. I think internet forums make it easy for people to say what is on their mind without thinking of how it impacts others, it is too easy for some to forget that there is a human being with feelings on the other end. ❤

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    • Aw thanks girl! It surprised me someone could be that rude! Oh well, like you said, hiding behind a computer or phone screen helps people forget that maybe they’re not being as considerate as they should be.

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  2. Great post-I was recently “scolded” at a JDRF fundraiser at a grocery store where we sold Root Beer Floats and hot dogs for a “Hope Floats” event. I was shocked to realize the person had T1D, I hadn’t encountered that face to face judgement from someone who should have some understanding. Your poem was a much better outlet than me replaying comebacks in my head for a week!

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  3. Great post! I just wrote a similar blog post about how I felt about the comments in the low carb FB community, while also recognizing for myself the value of said lifestyle. It can definitely feel like a conundrum, but hopefully my post is inclusive enough to all ideas and lifestyle choices. 🙂

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