My Stepmom Hid My Insulin To Make Me Look Sick, So I Prescribed Her With A Dose Of Karma

The Calculated Sabotage

I have the opposite of daddy issues. My father is such an amazing man that it tricked me into thinking every man was great. When insulin made me gain weight, he gained 20 lbs with me so I wouldn’t feel alone. And when I was a child and he only had enough change in his pocket for one of us to get ice cream, he always let me have it.

So when he married my stepmom, I thought she would be equally as amazing. Boy, was I wrong. When she moved in, she gave me a huge hug and even got me a new iPad. As soon as she discovered I had type 1 diabetes, her eyes lit up with the same predatory gleam I later learned meant trouble.

It started small. She began adding regular sodas to my diet drink bottles, just enough to cause unexplained spikes that made me look careless at doctor appointments.

At my sweet 16 party, she hid my insulin pen right before cake time. I had to excuse myself, searching desperately while she told guests I was probably having a teenage mood swing.

She’d found it in my room later, suggesting to Dad that I was becoming forgetful with my medication. I so badly wanted to tell my dad what was going on, but he had been so happy to find someone after Mom died.

I couldn’t bear to ruin it. I kept telling myself that it was just our adjustment period and things would get better soon.

But when my college interview trip came around, I couldn’t even lie to myself anymore. It was a calculated attack. Dad couldn’t come, so she volunteered to drive me. I couldn’t say no without exposing the truth. So, I agreed and hoped for the best.

Halfway there, she pulled over for gas and I went to test my blood sugar. My meter was gone. My backup was gone. My juice boxes were gone.

She drove to a pharmacy to help but took wrong turns for an hour. I missed my interview while in the hospital with dangerously low blood sugar. She told Dad I’d forgotten to pack my supplies because I was too stressed.

After the ER doctor mentioned this was the third accident in two months, I couldn’t take it anymore. So, when my dad asked if everything was okay, I finally told the truth.

Dad, I’m sorry, but Hannah’s been hiding my insulin. She’s trying to make me sick on purpose, and Hannah would never do that.

He interrupted.

He’s a registered nurse.

I think you’re overwhelmed with senior year.