Strange, this “blogging.” It’s one of those things that I never expected would interest me, and then once I started, I never expected anyone to read it. I write this stuff to get it out of my system and to deal with the emotional aspects of being diabetic. And I write it so that the parents of diabetic kids, and the diabetic kids themselves, will maybe read it and see that they’re not alone.
But mostly, I write it to write it. And I never expected anyone to read it.
Which is why writing about a moment that made me feel so vulnerable didn’t really give me pause, because who would see it, really?
Written back when I first started the blog, I told the story about a time when I was in 5th grade and a classmate made me feel like … well, “Crumbs Morrone.” She and another classmate had left a note in my locker about how they hated me because I was diabetic. It was a dark moment in my diabetes memory and one that I haven’t forgotten about, even now, so many years later. But I did keep it locked up and close.
It’s been almost two years since I started blogging. I had sort of forgotten about that post.
Until I received an email from that classmate.
“I don’t know why I’m writing you. … I guess the only thing I can say is I’m sorry. I wanted to let you know that it is one of the things that I remember and regret daily.”
I haven’t talked to this classmate in ten years. I never thought she would ever read my blog. The shock of hearing from her was tremendous.
“I work at a high school now and one of my students is diabetic. I’ve told her the story about what I did to you one day when we were talking one-on-one. I explained how mean I was and how ignorant. And I told her about your blog.”
I can’t help it – I start to cry at this point.
“I wanted you to know what just as you remember, so do I. And it still stings my memory as well.”
Thank you, Red Headed Girl, for letting me unlock this memory and set us both free.