Disability

I was going to start this post with, “When I think about my Type 1 Diabetes…” But the truth is, I almost never think about my Type 1 Diabetes. I especially do not mention to people that I have it—I leave people to find out on their own. I do not see it as something that defines me, and I only bring it up when absolutely necessary. Much like my research on muscle memory, the everyday efforts to maintain my T1D have become so engrained in my thought process that I tend to take up very little day-to-day time actively thinking about my disease. Sure, I have to take the time to put the needle onto my insulin pen, or take the time to give myself a shot before bed, or take the time to test my blood sugar four times a day. But when it comes down to it, I really do not think about how diabetes affects my life simply because it is now a part of my life. My life includes diabetes.