I'm a cyborg but that's ok
Hi there, internet friend. This is going to feel very conversational, so feel free to chime in whenever.
I've had a bunch of blogs since "blogging" became a thing, none of which I've actually made public because I'm terrified of going on record saying anything I might later regret. You get it. I'm that nervous-wreck person much like you that wakes up sweating at 3am wondering why I said that stupid thing to that one guy that one time in high school (SHAME SHIVER). That being said, I have always wanted to share more about my life, but have been completely unwilling to talk about diabetes. The problem, of course, is that it has proven impossible to separate that portion of my life from any of my experiences. When part of your body is in permanent "manual mode" rather than "automatic," managing the operation system is completely integral to every moment of every day. If I want to tell stories, many of them need to be told through that lens. Don't get me wrong, not everything I want to say is about diabetes. But when I don't talk about it, it's kinda like I'm in a room full of people telling a story while wearing an invisible headdress made out of concrete. And I just wanna be like, "if you thought that was cool, get this: I did it all while wearing this two-ton hat!" And everyone's like, "I don't see the hat you speak of" and I'm like, "I know, but I'm wearing it, I swear!!!" Autoimmune disorders, AMIRIGHT?!
I was diagnosed with type one at nineteen. I was a freshman in college. I'm thirty now, living in LA and married with two pitbulls. I've been fairly quiet about having this disease for most of the time that I've had it, and only recently have I even really come to terms with it. I'd love (I think? I'm really so indecisive) for you to join me as I write some things about my life sometimes. Why not?
BTW, if you happen to get the reference in the title of this post, let's be friends and watch Chan-wook Park movies all day.