Diabetic since he was four, here.
I don't like to to shoot up in public, because it feels as though I'm wearing my diabetes on my sleeve, so to speak--and that's not really my style. Yet it wouldn't bother me one bit if someone else did it at the table.
When I am in a public space and can't inject my dose in my car, at my desk, in a washroom, etc., I inject through my clothes and into my leg without making a giant movie production out of it. I also use a pen which is more discrete than a syringe.
It's convenient that people have already brought up breast feeding in public: It's the mid 90's and my family is out for dinner at The Cheesecake Cafe next to Northland Mall. In the booth across from us and down the aisle, directly in my line of sight, a woman pulls out her humungous breast and attaches a miniature human baby to her swollen nipple. It was awful, and I didn't like it, and it really did ruin my dinner--and yet a teenaged-year-old me couldn't remove his gaze. It has been burned in my memory forever.
Perhaps that memory is also why I'm conscience about injecting in public.
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