One of the things I remember vividly from when I was diagnosed at 8 years old was getting this ugly, annoying little bracelet that I suddenly had to wear all the time – the good old Medic Alert. I didn’t like it very much but I didn’t have a choice and I couldn’t take it off by myself anyway so I just had to bear it.

Years later, I took that bracelet off because I got sick of people asking me what it was for and what I ‘had’ when I was at high school/university and it stayed in a drawer, hidden for quite some years. Then I travelled after uni and the Medic alert stayed well hidden in…

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