I really think that the things that are most upsetting have a small kernel of truth to them. So while I’m sure my opinion will be wildly unpopular and set me up for a blizzard of hatred, I have to say I think Miss Manners was a teeny bit right.
Blood is kind of gross. It’s not normal to puncture my finger and bleed in public. Does that mean I’ll stop doing it? No, it doesn’t. Unfortunately it is what I need to do to take care of myself. But does that mean it isn’t valid for people to feel uncomfortable at the sight of blood? Nope.
Don't get me wrong, I certainly won’t go to the restroom to check my blood sugar. But I can be more “surreptitious” or discreet with my blood, especial while dining or in close confines. Not because I think it means I should be ashamed of my chronic illness. But because I think it’s right to be considerate of those around me, just as I would hope they’d be considerate of me.
I’m not angry at Miss Manners. I’m angry at diabetes for desensitizing me to my own public bloodletting.