Friday, November 26, 2010
A hero lives inside of me
Just something I wanted to talk about. My dad has helped me in critical diabetes situations, calling an ambulance when went into the diabetic coma, calling an ambulance when I didn't wake up one morning with a BG of 13, only in the moments when my life is seriously in jeopardy. Yet he doesn't ever want to listen to me talk about my condition, whenever I start talking about diabetes to my parents my mom gives full attention but my dad seems uninterested and directs his attention at something else. I just had a 30 minute discussion about this with my mother. She said the reason for that is because she remembers him saying "I think people with diabetes get too much attention, they dont need that kind of attention". This infuriates me. I'm not personally mad at him for thinking that, because he doesn't understand. But I did kind of expect him to care about my health. My mother fills that void above and beyond what I ever expected of her. Dad, I understand where you're coming from, and I don't think less of you for it. I just expected you to listen and pay attention to what I had to say, especially when it's my life I'm talking about. Who knows, maybe someday once my blog grows longer I'll let him read all of this, and let him inside the mind of a person with diabetes.
Posted by Anonymous at 12:55 PM