With the exception of this blog and my husband, my diabetes is almost imperceptible to anyone around me. I don't talk about it a lot, I don't test or inject "in public". When I go into a lab meeting or presentation with a bg of 300-something, my boss doesn't know about it. When I am low low low and my hands start to shake I quietly go to my office and stuff my face with candy or juice. I sit there quietly, as patient as one can be, using all of my willpower not to scream "help - I feel like I'm dying" to a coworker. All in the name of keeping D generally well-hidden.
It isn't shame. Nor is it a lack of a desire to educate. It is simple: I just want people to see ME first.
More recently, I shared my (postsecret) fears of complications and feara of pregnancy with diabetes with my husband. I feel better that I did. But I also feel like I lost a part of the happy-go-lucky demeanor I tend to project as a result. So while sharing is healthy, for me, keeping things hidden also works jn my favor by not allowing me to prioritize diabetes (management, fears, etc) over living my life.