Prejudice in the non-diabetes world

It takes a lot to wind me up. It takes a lot for me to get visibly angry. Hence why you will rarely come across me with a face of thunder. Today, I got angry. I wished I was like the little girl in Roald Dahl’s ‘The Magic Finger’ – every time the little girl in the story gets angry, her finger blasts this angry energy across to the person she is upset at and somehow disfigures them. I wish I had that magic finger, right now.

Coming back from my lunch break, there was an ambulance in the company car park. I had no idea who it could have been called for. The ambulance, it turns out, was for someone who is doing a training course here today. The reason for the ambulance? The guy was having a severe hypo. Thankfully, he was conscious. I’ve just watched the paramedics take him to hospital, as a precaution.

So, here comes my problem. After telling me why the ambulance had been called, my colleague used the words “it’s obviously his own fault”. It is his own fault. Yup, he definitely said that. And now, I’m going to bang my head against the wall. And again. And again. And again.

Sure, if the guy had intentionally not eaten for a long period of time, this would have led to a hypo, and I probably would have suggested he get some sugar in him. However, I’d seen him eat his lunch an hour prior, so that blame can’t be placed upon him. And yet, he has been blamed. Blamed by people who have insinuated in the past that they’re not interested in learning about the condition. How is that fair?

What’s annoyed me even more about this is that another person stayed with the guy, whilst waiting for the paramedic to arrive. The reaction to this? The other people in the office making fun of the one person who decided to show concern.

In the (nearly) 4 years that I’ve had diabetes, I’ve never had much faith in the people I work with. Upon diagnosis, I told them that a) if they find me unconscious, call an ambulance and b) if they see me drinking a bottle of Lucozade, that probable means my sugars are low and could they please keep an eye on me. Luckily, I’ve never required an ambulance. However, not once have I ever been asked if I’m ok, when I’m low and drinking my Lucozade.

This incident today has therefore made me even more anxious about my diabetes at work. Say I pass out in the toilets. No one would think to come and find me if I’m out of the office for a long time. Judging by today, if ever I did need an ambulance, I wouldn’t get much, if any support from my colleagues.

I’m ever so grateful for the support I have from my family, friends, healthcare team and DOC, but I wish some of this support would transpire into where I spend the majority of my week…


2 thoughts on “Prejudice in the non-diabetes world

  1. What? Why are people just so arrogant and so self absorbed. Why would he bring on a hypo himself? Just for a bit of attention. Bonkers!

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