Alone

It’s been a while since I posted anything. And even longer since I posted about how I feel. In fact, the last time I really posted was September. And I’ve realized that maybe people think I am feeling any better, because I don’t bring it up all the time. But…I’m not.

In fact, as we have kept on with COVID and the constant restrictions that we keep living under (just had another month added on today), I’m feeling even more alone. In the [past, I could at least go out and see family, if nothing else. Now, we can’t. We are restricted to our own households.

I’m not…alone…at home. But sometimes you just wish you could see other people. And even though I go to work sometimes still, or have video calls with work, its not quite the same. Sometimes I just wish I cold go and just sit in a movie theatre. Sit in a coffee shop without having to be socially distanced from the table right beside you.

Of course, I have no idea if I would do this. But it was nice to have the option to do so.

As always, my mind keeps going back to wanting to have someone special in my life.  No matter how many people keep saying to just let it go and just let whatever happens, happen. I just can’t get that feeling out of my head. That I’m alone in life. And as time goes on, and as I get older, it just seems like its more likely to be the way that things always will be. And no, I don’t like it.

I’ve eve tried some of the dating apps out there. And guess what? So far, all I have got from them is disappointment. I’ve had some friends suggest ones that they thought were good and even help write  a profile (because I do not know how to write about myself that well), but I either get nobody showing interest in me or they send a single message and than disappear/delete themselves. I get that not everybody is going to work out, but it would be nice if people gave you a chance. Who knows? Maybe I am expecting too much with just wanting to get to know someone. It’s hard to tell.

All this to say, I’m still feeling poorly. I have said in the past that I wish people would be willing to help me try and move forward. But its been difficult to get anyone to listen – including my doctor. I finally got a first meeting to talk with someone about this, but it took pressing for it since October. I just worked at a wedding where the couples family helped them meet. And all I am asking for is some help. I don’t know what I am doing, and no matter how much people try to say they have been through the same stuff, its different for everyone. Is hoping for some assistance too much to ask for?

Let’s Talk….

Today is Bell Let’s Talk Day. A day when we talk about mental health. And this is the first one where I have actually been diagnosed with depression and anxiety. So, let’s talk….

Before I begin, I’m still really new to all of this and so I don’t necessarily know a lot about everything. But I’m trying to learn. Some may say this is a result of a global pandemic. And they may be partially right. But…I kind of think that this is something that’s been there for a while now and it just became more obvious this last year. After all, we have had a lot of time to be at home and thinking.

So, what do I think brought this on? It’s a combination of things. But…I have shared my thought in the past here and how I relate it to feeling alone a lot of the time. And people are always telling me “well, things happen when they happen” because I sometimes feel down for never even having been able to ask someone out or date. I mean, it’s a hard thing to explain because so many people have at least tried to date in high school or university. But I am not one of them. It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s that I didn’t know how to get past the shyness and anxiety of speaking to new people. In fact, I still don’t. I keep trying different things to hopefully help me but so far I’m not finding the right one. I’m working at getting into some sort of help that will hopefully help this out, but it’s a long process. Especially during a pandemic and in a place where mental health support is not readily available.

This quote sort of sums up the feelings I have been realizing I have had for years:

“I’ve been alone my whole life…and I told myself I liked it that way, but I don’t”…


The Good Place

And up until recently, it was more of a waking moment’s only thing. However, in the last little it, I am not even dreaming about how I am alone and feel like I may be forever. And for some people, that may be fine for them. But…I don’t think it is for me.

So really I don’t even know where I am going with this. I have no brilliant thought or even a way where I see this story ending. It’s just beginning. And I know that. I just wish that the supports that we really do need were more easily available and I knew what to do.

Hopefully some day…

What I hate about diabetes

As we start diabetes awareness month for this year, I started to reflect on strange things. The biggest being how much I hate this disease. Not what you usually think people are maybe going to say when it is supposed to be a month of awareness. But it is looking at things that people maybe don’t think about in terms of diabetes.

I hate the way it keeps me awake at night. I hate that it involves me having to constantly e thinking about what I eat and how it will affect me. It can keep me awake in so many different ways – from dealing with a stubborn low or high blood sugar or even waiting for your continuous glucose monitor to warm up so that I can go to bed and at least have a small bit of comfort knowing that something is at least looking out for me while I sleep.

I have the way that it caused others to treat me throughout my life. From people saying I was contagious to people just not understanding that there is no such thing as a “good” type of diabetes, I hate it all.  Throughout school, I never had many friends. I hate that too. I was always the outcast, the kid that everyone didn’t want to be around. And as a human being, that can hurt. It doesn’t feel good.

I hate the fact that I have had to go to the emergency room SO MANY TIMES. I have been there so often I pretty much know where everything is. I even have figured out how to speak their language and read the monitors. I hate the fact that I have woken up in a room surrounded by doctors and nurses, and not knowing how I got there. I hate that I have had to be admitted to an ICU in multiple cities because of diabetes. I hate all of the tests. The exams. The questions. The fact that whenever I see a new doctor the first thing they see is someone with diabetes. Even before I have had the chance to talk to them, there first thought is “how does the diabetes affect this”?

I hate the fact that my whole life has led to a point where I have so much anxiety that I have never been able to walk up to someone and talk to them. I hate the fact that I have never been on a single date in my life. I hate that I maybe put out a vibe that that is okay with me. I just hate the way that nothing has seemed to turn out well for me.

I hate the fact that diabetes has affected my life at school. I’ve missed so many classes, had to do extra work to catch up…because of doctors’ appointments, hospital admissions, or just plain feeling not quite right. It has affected my work life too. So many times, I drop low when I try to do physical work. I hate that.

I hate the fact that I feel like it wouldn’t be safe to live on my own with how I have woken up to paramedics over me, giving me medication to bring my blood sugar back up. I hate that people don’t understand that and will constantly try to tell me I just need to “grow up” and get my own place. I hate that even when I try to explain the reason to them it just goes right over their heads.

Diabetes sucks. And this is just a short look at some of the things I hate about it.

Just being honest with everyone today I guess?

I don’t think I have ever been this honest on here before, so…here goers nothing I guess….

The other day, I saw an article from the BBC that sort of describes me much better and more eloquently than I have ever been able to. It essences, it says;

“…but I experienced a sense of shame, and I felt stigmatised. I was a terribly shy and anxious person, but not isolated. I always had friends but I was never able to translate that into intimate relationships. At school and sixth form I was surrounded by girls and women, but I never made the kind of move that is probably quite a normal one to make. By the time I reached university, my pattern was set…”

That hit way too close to home. And it is true. I am terribly shy and anxious about, well, basically everything. It does feel stigmatizing to be in my mid 30s and have never been in any sort of relationship. I have never been able to make any sort of “move” that is considered normal for guys, either my age or younger. And I feel stuck in a pattern I am not able to get out of.

While a date or anything like that is not the be all and end all, it still doesn’t make you feel good about yourself. And it isn’t like this is the first time I’ve ever felt like that. Back when people I knew were getting married and I was going to their weddings, often the only thing I could think was

“I really hate weddings”.

They are designed to cater specifically to people who have a date to them and if you don’t, you’re basically stuck sitting in a corner by yourself.

I’ve had a lot of time to think about this sort of stuff and i honestly think it has been building up for years and maybe now I am just at a a point where I can get these feelings out. I am so scared of talking to people and this means that even if I want to talk to someone, i get physically sick feelings and sometimes feel like I’m going to throw up. It’ll definitely not that I don’t want to have some sort of a relationship- because I do. I just don’t know how to go about it. I’m almost at a point where I think I need someone to set me up with. Unfortunately, the few people I know up here, don’t seem all that interested in helping me out.

I’ve just been watching people all around me getting into relationships and while I am happy for them, it makes me feel bad about myself.

One of the things that I am beginning to think more and more is that I have undiagnosed social anxiety. Based on some reading I have done and other things, I seem to fit the mold pretty well. Although I want to be out and doing stuff with others, I also feel anxious about doing it because I feel like I will not be able to contribute anything to a group of people. Based on past experiences, where people would plan to do things and everyone in a group other than me would be invited/told about it, my mind automatically assumes it is because they don’t want me there, whether it be true or not. Things like this can really destroy your confidence in both yourself and others, and therefore lead to other difficulties down the road.

And while I know these are all things that I do need to work on, it doesn’t mean that they will be easy to do. I’ve had 30 years of dealing with these sorts of things and so they have become so much of my personality (especially offline) that it’s going to be a long process. I don’t really even now where to begin because there is so much to deal with but maybe writing some of it down will help get me there.

And unfortunately, there is no one near me who would truly understand the struggles of diabetes and how it can not only affect you physically but mentally as well. I have looked into Diabetes Canada and there major focus appears to be Type 2 and I have no issue with them also helping out those with type 2 but our struggles are different and I feel they need to be fairer in their programming. I have even written them a letter where I basically tell them that as someone living with type 1, I feel that there is a lot of work they still need to do to help s out as well. Unfortunately, I have yet to see any changes in how they do things other than an even more intense focus on type 2.

And then, there was school. All throughout (elementary and high school), I had many people in my class who honestly believed that diabetes was contagious and as such used that as an excuse to avoid me. There were many projects that I ended up doing on my own because no one wanted to be my partner, or if we were assigned partners, you could tell that they were just looking for any excuse to get out as quickly as possible.

Stories from rehearsal – Part 2

The other day, I was talking to a friend about some of the rehearsal insanity that has happpened, and while there is a lot…I decided toshare about when I was doing a tv show and play at the same time.

This wasn’t really one of the funiest things to ever happen in reharsal for the play. Earlier in the day, I was called to an outdoor location for the TV show I was filming. Which wouldn’t have been that bad, except for the fact that it was pouring rain. But, just like live theatre, the show must go on. Eventually. We ended up hiding in the back of the props truck because not only was it raining, but there was also thunder and lightning.  Eventually, the storm cleared up enough for us to start filming again…eventually. They had to set up for the shoot. After a while, we walked out into the field we were filming in…which of course was covered in mud. There wasn’t supposed to be any mud wrestling and sliding around on the field, but with all the rain…there was. So…I had been on set since about 10am and rehearsal for the play was at 6 PM. I was almost convinced I wouldn’t make it to the rehearsal…but I just barely did.

When I go to the theatre, I was covered in mud (shos, jacket, pants, everything). I walked into the rehearsal studo and got quite a few odd looks from the rest of the cast and diretcor. I had to explain I had been on set outdoors all day and they all thought we were kinda crazy for filming all day, but….when you have a deadline….you work in all types of weather.

Stories from rehearsal – Part 1

Sometimes, I get to act. Sometimes I even get paid. Oftentimes, though, I do not. I do community theatre. But this is usally when the best stories happen.

A few years ago, I was doing a show called Pizza: A Love Story and was playing a smaller role, so I actually also was stage manager. Becausew of this, I was at every rehearsal, but often would be playing other peoples roles if they were not called for that rehearsal.

We were in a dance studio and rehearsing a scene where the pizzza guy (not me) gets danced into a chair which has a box of pizza sitting on it. We had been doing the scene for quite a while, and at one point, the chair decided to not stay in place. As I spun into the chair, I managed to hit the chair. However, once I hit the chaor, it gave out from under me. It went sliding acorss the room…and so did I. After we had all finished laughing, w emade sure that I was okay and then did the scene again. Luckily, the chair didn’t go flying across the room again.

On another note, when we were doing an actual performance, I had tpo eat a piece of pizza form that same chair…after the guy playing the pizzza guy had sat on it.

Pictures from my diabetes adventures

I’ve written about the adventures with diabetes I have had…but never really shown any pictures of what it is like…so I guess I should rectify that.

This first pictures was from back in November 2017. I had been working a lot and not eating enough. I was still doing multiple daily injections (MDI) and had not adjusted my dosages of insulin for not eating. Well, I went home, had supper (sort of…bad diabetic) and then watched a bit of TV. After a bit, I started feeling crummy and instead of doing anything bright, I went to bed. Long story short, my parents found my unconscious (sort of…apparently I spoke to them) and rushed me to the ER in my car, where a couple paramedics, a nurse, and a security guard had to take me into a room. This pictures was from after I woke up and started talking again (cause that was a thing). I ended up staying in the hospital for 3 days. Fun times had by all….not.

 

A month later (actually about 3 days before Christmas) I had started adjusting insulin and doing all that fun stuff. But diabetes? It don’t give a flying crap how much you do. Sometimes it just says “Screw you”. This time, I passed out on the couch at some point in the night. I remember going to bed and have no idea how I got out to the couch…but when I woke up, there were 3 paramedics over me, and I had an IV in me. That’s a weird thing to wake up to. So, off in ad ambulance I went…back to the ER. Actually, one of the paramedics was the same one that dragged me into the ER in November. Life is weird. They got my sugar stabilized and after a bit let me out. So home I went. And ate…cause I was not surprisingly hungry. All they gave me at the hospital was a teaspoon of honey. It works….but what a weird texture.

 

And then this…this was Saturday. It was a nice roller coaster day. The good thing? I no have the Freestyle Libre and can watch it go up and down and treat as needed. It does help…although the feeling of a low blood sugar is still the same. And it isn’t fun at all. Something interesting – this was with a 55% decrease in my basal rate on my insulin pump. I’m sure glad I did that.

 

 

So ya, just a few little pictures that relate to some of my adventures with diabetes. You can always read some longer posts about my adventures here.