40 years a Type 1, “acceptance” is not by choice. I can no longer remember a time I was not a diabetic, and I am not old, regardless of what my kids “call me” … I respect my dragon but do not like it one little bit. We are mortal enemies (this dragon & I) and always shall be. But mine is a philosophical concern, rather than a “burning worry” if you will? Does that distinction make sense?
Having this kind of ~experience~ I now ask questions, wondering what effect(s) the disease has upon things I no longer even perceive anymore? Has the disease changed the way any of us consider/do things we do not even realize… having done them for so long. You know?
I do not know the answers, but ask the questions and hopefully through discussion, engaging with my peers, will get a better understanding of my own thoughts, views.
I appreciate your help in doing so,