I’m Rachel, a marketing pro who lives for travel, hopping planes to transform businesses. My career gives me freedom—miles, hotel comforts, and pride—but Type 1 diabetes, with me since childhood, demands constant care. Without insulin or snacks, my blood sugar can crash, threatening my health. Most people in my life get it, from supportive bosses to kind flight crews, but on a flight from Chicago to Seattle, I faced parents who tried to stop me from eating to avoid their son’s tantrum, forcing me to take a stand.
After a hectic morning and airport rush, I sank into my aisle seat, feeling faint—my blood sugar was low. Beside me, a couple pampered their nine-year-old, who griped about his seat, lost in a high-end tablet. As I reached for my protein bar, the mom snapped, “Don’t eat. Our son’s sensitive.” Her son, snacking on candy, seemed fine, but she claimed chewing might trigger a fit. I waited for the drink cart, my hands shaking, my monitor warning of danger.
When I ordered a snack, the dad cut in. “No food here. Our son can’t cope.” I couldn’t stay silent. “I have Type 1 diabetes,” I said firmly. “I need this, or I could faint.” The attendant handed me my order, and passengers stared as I ate, my body calming. The mom grumbled about her son, but I pointed out his candy. “Parent him, not me.” She tried explaining his “issues,” but I said, “My health comes first. Fly private next time.” The flight stayed calm, her son ignoring us.
That clash showed me the power of advocating for my health. Diabetes requires action, not compromise, and no one’s preferences trump my needs. I learned to stand tall, a truth that shapes my life on flights and at home, proving self-advocacy is vital for thriving.
