And when she asked me how I'm spending my time these days, I ended my sentence with, "...and I started a diabetes blog a few months ago, so that's been pretty fun."
Reflexively, she responded, "That's cool." A few seconds went by, before she paused, a lock of my hair in her hand as she met my eyes in the mirror. "... wait. You have diabetes?"
"Yep, I do. Type 1. I wear the insulin pump and everything. You never noticed?"
"Really? Oh, wow, I guess not. Huh."
And then we moved on to New Year's plans.
Even though I'm glad to talk about diabetes to anyone, I took some joy in the fact that I had passed for a "normal person" with her for the last 5 or so years. It also got me wondering how many others in that outer circle of familiarity have me mistaken in the same way. I think I count that as a victory - I'm a person, first. And oh, by the way, I also have diabetes. And fabulous hair.