Diaversary: 15 Years of Becoming
Fifteen years. That’s how long I’ve been living with type 1 diabetes. ISPAD 51st Conference, 2025 I was diagnosed three days after Christmas in 2010 — a season meant for joy, abruptly rewritten by hospital corridors, insulin vials, needles, fear, and questions no family is prepared to answer. Life didn’t pause to let us catch our breath. It demanded adaptation — immediately, relentlessly. Diabetes didn’t knock. It arrived and stayed. 3 days before diagnosis, 2010 For many years, survival was the goal. Learning how to inject. Learning how to eat. Learning how to calculate, correct, and carry on. Learning how to live with a condition people rarely see but constantly misunderstand. There were highs and lows — physiological and emotional — and a quiet, exhausting weight that came with having to be vigilant every single day. Diabetes was personal. Private. Heavy. Then came 2019 — the turning point. Nine years after diagnosis, a call was made. An advocacy training camp for two people living ...