03/15/2026
"When I was in the fourth grade, I got my first full-time job. It came with no breaks, no pay, a retirement plan promised in five years that never arrived, medical responsibilities I wasn’t qualified for, and pressure to grow up fast.
At age 10, my mom and I were told the thing that no parent wants to hear, and no child should have to understand: 'You have type 1 diabetes.' My blood sugar levels were over 500 mg/dL at the time of my diagnosis.
I spent a week in a hospital that January, hooked up to an IV that irritated my tiny arm, learning all about what my life would be from there on. I’ll never forget practicing injections on an orange. It was my first feeling of remorse and numbness that I can recall from such a young age.
Little did I realize that my character would be tested again after diagnosis. At 10, I didn’t realize that my diagnosis was the start of my story. It felt like the end."
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with Julia Flaherty, Founder of Chronically You
When I was in the fourth grade, I got my first full-time job. It came with no breaks, no pay, a retirement plan promised in five years that never arrived, medical responsibilities I wasn’t qualified for, and pressure to grow up fast.