Several weeks ago Dad's cousin and her husband visited from Missouri. After dinner we were having an engaging discussion about our family.

L's daughter is apparently something of a dare devil. L was telling us how she found out from her daughter's blog how she had done something dangerous (I think it was jumping off a cliff, but I'm not entirely certain). Mom jumped in joking that she has found out more than she wanted to know about me from my blogs and has learned not to read them anymore.

She looked at me almost mournfully and I suspected it was because she enjoys reading what I write. So to have to force herself to not read what I write so she doesn't freak out about what I'm saying is, I'm sure, difficult to say the least.

As you know, I'm pretty forthcoming with my diabetes-related faults and shortcomings. Having this disease is not easy and being able to come to a community like dLife and essentially vent and talk about things that people like me can relate to is very cathartic. I know I can come here and say that my sugars have been high and it's all my fault and I know I won't be judged because you've all been there and understand that diabetes is part of life, not the other way around.

But ever since the day Mom sent me a scathing email in response to a blog post I made about not focusing on my health at that moment and not really taking care of myself at that time I've been a little more reserved about what I blog about. I can't think of a specific instance when I had a really hot topic to write about and didn't because I didn't want to face the potential of upsetting someone in my family, but I know there have been times when I've chosen my words especially wisely so as not to rock the boat.

We say here all the time that it's hard for non-d people to understand what we go through on a daily basis. And since it's hard for them to understand, it can be equally difficult for them to relate to what we say in our blogs.