…The next day I woke up with a hint more dread in my day’s outlook than usual, and as well as wanting to avoid my teachers, I was dreading the announcement to my friends. I sort of felt different than I was the previous day, I think it was the last remnants of carelessness that had left me as I was already pretty careful in general. I also felt sorry for myself but I didn’t necessarily want anyone else to feel sorry for me and pity really sits awkwardly in my stomach. Luckily my friends rarely felt pity though. I sat in the registration room trying to look normal . The school bell rang and after registration period, I had to tell my registration teacher that I’m now diabetic, and whenever someone stays behind to talk to the teacher, you know something interesting went down (because no one wanted to talk to teachers for longer than necessary). So I walked a few seconds behind my friends to French where casual chat began. Some of the guys described their previous night’s activities like playing call of duty or football. This chat quickly ended when I broke into the huddle, and I got asked, why I stayed behind:frowning_face_with_open_mouth: . Usually we’re hoping that someone got into trouble because its usually a pretty funny story. In a quiet mouse-like voice with a face that was again close to tears , I said that “yeah so, I’m diabetic now so I have to go tell all the teachers”. My friends looked at each other and maybe its because I had a reputation as bein somewhat sarcastic or maybe it was just super funny, but the reaction wasn’t completely what I expected (but I definitely should have expected it). The group of about 4 guys looked at each other, shocked and probably to help each other decide how to react and then they started chuckling together . After a moment or so the laughter infected me and I smirked and laughed a little. I had to prove that I was diabetic and they didn’t really believe me until I got out my glucose monitor and injections. And so began the questioning from friends and from curious students during lunch times that I had absolutely no answer for.
Luckily this experience was quite supportive and I didn’t feel alienated (too much) becuase of this… Did/do you have a supportive circle at school?
For the rest see 3/ I'm Diabetic haha