DIABETES AND ALCOHOLISM RANT
Diabetics sometimes do not take care of themselves much like alcoholics do not take care of themselves. Diabetics often eat sugary foods when they shouldn’t. But:
Diabetics rarely neglect their whole lives in favor of eating ice cream.
Diabetics usually do not substitute illegal street-drugs for sugar when they feel like binging and sugar is not available.
Diabetics usually do not assault their loved ones when they’ve had too much candy.
Diabetics usually do not lose their jobs over eating too many donuts.
Diabetics usually do not fall into financial ruin from their chocolate binges.
Diabetics usually do not alienate their whole families over their inability to resist Coke or Pepsi.
Diabetics usually do not have their spouses leave them because they eat too much cake.
Diabetics usually do not steal money or property from their loved ones to support their sugar addiction.
Diabetics usually do not try to commit suicide when they come down off of sugar, even though they might feel terrible physically.
Diabetics usually do not come home from a sugar binge to find that their spouse or parents or children have locked them out of their home.
Diabetics usually do not cause their loved one to commit suicide.
Diabetics can get treatment for their disease if they have most kinds of health insurance. Diabetics are usually not ashamed of having a treatable disease.
Diabetics do sometimes die earlier than necessary because of neglecting to take care of themselves.
When we compare diabetes and alcoholism, we are really comparing apples and oranges. Diabetics rarely acquire personality changes from sugar ingestion and acquireorganic brain damage that incapacitates them. Diabetes is a physical disease. Alcoholism is a physical disease; an emotional disease; a mental disease; and a social disease. So, may we surmise that alcoholism is not like diabetes at all, more like heroine addiction; cocaine addiction; or methamphetamine addiction?
Even though I have gained a lot of insight into my own emotional disabilities, I fear that his disease is going to cause my death, sooner, not later. This is the most fearful thing in my life right now, and I am not sure how to get resolution for this fear. My guts are telling me to run! Run far, far away and tell no one. Cut all ties to my children, and only communicate through a third party, like the police. If I have learned one thing in my life, is to listen to my guts. My guts have never lied to me, but I have often lied to my guts to try to make things straight in my mind. The one drawback about my plan is that I will lose the only friend I have left. I do not want to live without friendship. Sometimes, I wonder if I even want to live any more.