My tenth birthday
Double digits, cake, and the first time I really did my own math.
Turning ten felt huge. Double digits. It was also around when I started doing more of my own care instead of an adult doing all of it for me. I remember counting the carbs in my own birthday cake out loud, half proud and half annoyed that I had to.
There's a weird in-between age where you want to be treated like a big kid but the disease doesn't really care how grown-up you feel. I got some of it wrong. That's allowed.
Looking back, ten was the year I stopped thinking of T1D as something that happened to me and started thinking of it as something I was learning to run. Slowly. With a lot of snacks.
Brooke's chapters are personal lived experience shared to make people feel less alone. They are not medical advice and do not describe a treatment plan. Talk to your own care team about your numbers, devices, and decisions.
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