Flower
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
I'm glad diabetes is mainly invisible. No one knows I have Type 1 and a pump hidden under my jumper unless I choose to tell them. I like that it's not obvious.
My Charcot foot complications on the other hand 🙄 are very obvious, I have a big white plaster cast on my leg and pink crutches. I've been in a cast on one or both legs for about 25 years - my bones keep collapsing and I've been told the only thing available to me is a below knee amputation, I've said no to that for now so I'll keep hobbling on for as long as possible.
I've written before about the level of comments I get every time I go out, stupid throw away comments- "enjoy your trip" "you must have been really plastered" I'm called Hop-a-long, Long John Silver & numerous other things and they really hack me off. I wouldn't shout something at someone about their disability, what makes someone feel able to do that?
Someone came to mend a door where I live today and as I let them in he said "so what have you been up to then?" No niceties just straight in. There's an assumption that it must have been a real comedy banana skin event that I want to talk about with strangers and not something I really don't wish to discuss - neuropathic damage causing my bones and joints to collapse for the last 25 years ending up being told to have an amputation.
I try to deal with it as best I can but making comments about something so physically and mentally painful are so unacceptable and inappropriate. Here ends another rant. 🙂
My Charcot foot complications on the other hand 🙄 are very obvious, I have a big white plaster cast on my leg and pink crutches. I've been in a cast on one or both legs for about 25 years - my bones keep collapsing and I've been told the only thing available to me is a below knee amputation, I've said no to that for now so I'll keep hobbling on for as long as possible.
I've written before about the level of comments I get every time I go out, stupid throw away comments- "enjoy your trip" "you must have been really plastered" I'm called Hop-a-long, Long John Silver & numerous other things and they really hack me off. I wouldn't shout something at someone about their disability, what makes someone feel able to do that?
Someone came to mend a door where I live today and as I let them in he said "so what have you been up to then?" No niceties just straight in. There's an assumption that it must have been a real comedy banana skin event that I want to talk about with strangers and not something I really don't wish to discuss - neuropathic damage causing my bones and joints to collapse for the last 25 years ending up being told to have an amputation.
I try to deal with it as best I can but making comments about something so physically and mentally painful are so unacceptable and inappropriate. Here ends another rant. 🙂