would need to vehemently defend my fundamental right to consume a protein bar while aboard an airplane.
Yet, during a recent journey from Chicago to Seattle, that improbable situation materialized with startling clarity.
I found myself engaged in an unexpected confrontation with a pair of self-proclaimed “entitled parents” who firmly held the belief that their son’s relatively minor “sensory sensitivities” superseded my legitimate medical requirements as an individual managing type 1 diabetes.
I have diligently managed type 1 diabetes since the age of twelve, a condition that necessitates vigilant monitoring of my blood sugar levels and the ability to act with immediate precision should they begin to plummet.
This precise physiological event was unfolding as our aircraft began its slow, deliberate taxi across the tarmac.
