I know a lot of people don’t like the term “diabetic.” They think it reduces us to our disease. So we have come to use in our speaking and writing the expression, “people with diabetes.” For short PWD.
Personally, I don’t care what you call me. Well, within reason. I know what diabetes is for me. For those who do call me a diabetic, or use the term in their writing, I just see it as a shortcut with words, not a shrinkage of who I am.
That said, we often use another term for those who have diabetes. I read it all the time, “living with diabetes.” As in, riva is living with diabetes. I suppose I should tell my husband we are not alone and maybe this diabetes should pay some rent.
Have we picked up this expression as a euphemism? Does it seem less harmful, less real, more gentle if I’m living with diabetes rather than I have diabetes.
Truth is, I have diabetes. If I were living with it I’m sure I would have asked it to vacate the apartment a long time ago. At least stay under the dresser or go out into the backyard, if I had one.
I don’t say I’m living with green eyes, or tinnitus or shoulder tension. I say I have green eyes, tinnitus and shoulder pain. Well, if anyone bothers to ask. I also have diabetes.
Here’s my final word on the subject: After the cure, I know I’ll say, “Yes, I had diabetes,” not, “Yes, I lived with diabetes.” For really, any sane person would immediately ask me why I didn’t ask it to leave.