For 18 years of my life, I was embarrassed to admit I was a Type 1 diabetic. I was embarrassed to admit I was different from everyone I went to school with. I was embarrassed I had to eat or drink juice in front of peers when the time didn't permit.
I realized how I came across to them. A sweaty young man with blood sugar problems, crutches leaning precariously against the counter, a form from the State of Connecticut sticking out of a pocket of his faded jeans.