21/09/2026
ParenT1ng
Being a mum living with Type 1, and being a parent to a child with Type 1 are very different positions.
I saw a post recently from a mum who spoke about being a parent to a Type 1 child being harder.
“Hear me out” she said.
I thought this was a bold, brave thing to say, but from her position, with, it turned out, many years experience as both, who am I to question?
And as a mum myself, it really got me thinking…
Then a couple of weeks ago I met the brilliant mum of a Type 1 daughter, no lived experience, no family history, and we talked.
About how she is the voice of Type 1 to her child. About the stress of calculating food at childrens parties.
About never having a break, delivering injections, inserting sensors, being the one to make your child cry. Trying to explain it’s for their own good. Being the face of Type 1, the person who restricts treats, the fun police, the one who does the waking, chasing, questioning.
We talked about T he guilt of a miscalculation and watching it affect the person you love the most, watching your child hypo from the insulin you calculated. We all understand the guilt of a higher than expected HBA1C, imagine your child’s name next to that when you’re the one managing their treatments..
Think how angry T1D makes us. Imagine being the parent on the front line of that anger.
I can only imagine how much more painful that would be.
Big respect to anyone managing their own diabetes, new found respect and admiration for those in charge of the highs and lows of a loved one…
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