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<blockquote data-quote="Psychonumber13" data-source="post: 1115691" data-attributes="member: 287193"><p>Hi guys,</p><p>I saw an article posted about diabulimia and couldn't believe what I was reading! To think that this is such a large problem and no-one has really heard of it in the medical professions that deal with diabetics. I never thought about what I had been going through until I saw the article and now I finally have an answer to it all.</p><p>I am a type one diabetic and have been diagnosed since 2006. At first I was getting used to having to inject insulin but time passed and i moved to a new area and a new school. At this point I was bullied about everything, including my diabetes of all things! I was called fat, special needs, useless, and diseased among many other things. So, depression and anxiety of course took hold. Unfortunately this depression and anxiety only got worse as my time at secondary school progressed and as time went on my HBA1C levels sky rocketed. The cause? I started missing my injections. I became very insecure about my looks, my weight, my general existence. I began with skipping out on injections that I had to do away from home, to try and fit in more with everyone at school and seem less 'weird' and become less of a target to the bullies. This unfortunately didn't help. I then became more anxious and depressed and turned to self harm to cope with my new found self hatred. This also led to me skipping out on my injections entirely, as I felt like I couldn't be diabetic or I would continuously be bullied for the rest of my life. I then managed to get to the end of secondary school, my GCSE years and I ended up being moved onto the insulin pump. However, this didn't last long as my body unfortunately rejected it after about a year and a half and with my HBA1C levels not improving drastically while being on it I was moved back onto injections. These lasted about a month, until I had a massive relapse with my mental health issues. I stopped taking my insulin and lived off of a packet of crisps a day at best.</p><p>I moved on to college but the bullying had takrn it's toll. I was still severely depressed and not doing my injections. This continued for about a year until I tried to pull myself back together again after being hospitalised with ketoacidisis (if that's how you spell it :S) and began a very slow process of starting to inject myself again. However, with the thought of university lingering over me and the stress of my course I fell back into bad habits and ended up starving myself again and ultimately stopped doing my injections again. I don't know how much weight I lost, but I know that my parents and my friends were concerned before I left for uni about my weight and general diabetes control, especially sincde I always avoid the topic as it sets of my anxiety and I begin to shut down. </p><p>I had my boyfriend help me move up to bristol (from plymouth) for university. With my HBA1C at an all time high along with my depression and anxiety I only lasted a week away before I had to be retrieved as I had reached the point that I wanted to end it all. I had major self harm relapses and wasn't doing my injections, mostly only using my needles in the process of self harm among other items. Again still starving myself I returned to live back at home and was told by everyone around me that I had become gaunt and too skinny, but again didn't want to weigh myself as I didn't believe them. I still thought that I needed to lose weight. However, I became polar opposite, apparently using my lack of injecting as a self harm tactic as I didn't feel like I was good enough anymore. I ate like someone with a major sweet tooth, stuffing all of the chocolate and high carb foods into my face as much as possible. With having a really bad HBA1C still, I felt awful but remembered that the last time I tried to inject again I still felt just as bad. I have always had joint and muscle issues, even before being diagnosed diabetic but has always been put down to either growing pains or poor diabetes control. This carried on for two years, and only now (for about the past week) have I decided to try again at controlling my diabetes by getting help from my boyfriend in reminding me to inject as my half sister (who is also diabetic) had complications with her diabetes and was hospitalised which caused my mum to break down completely.</p><p>I feel that the issue needs to be addressed as I have seen first hand the dangers of poor diabetes control and what diabulimia can do (now I finally have a term for it!) as I have poor eyesight that has gotten worse and my half sister has had a stroke among other complications to do with her diabetes. Again, linked with other health issues such as depression, anxiety, self-harm, and physiological issues it can be an absolute silent killer and it is such a shame to know that people go through this without any help</p><p>I am so glad that this forum has been set up for people to share their experiences, and I am so grateful that I can post this here to hopefully get the support I need and to help others get the support they need to. So thank you, and sorry for the essay! Xxx</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Psychonumber13, post: 1115691, member: 287193"] Hi guys, I saw an article posted about diabulimia and couldn't believe what I was reading! To think that this is such a large problem and no-one has really heard of it in the medical professions that deal with diabetics. I never thought about what I had been going through until I saw the article and now I finally have an answer to it all. I am a type one diabetic and have been diagnosed since 2006. At first I was getting used to having to inject insulin but time passed and i moved to a new area and a new school. At this point I was bullied about everything, including my diabetes of all things! I was called fat, special needs, useless, and diseased among many other things. So, depression and anxiety of course took hold. Unfortunately this depression and anxiety only got worse as my time at secondary school progressed and as time went on my HBA1C levels sky rocketed. The cause? I started missing my injections. I became very insecure about my looks, my weight, my general existence. I began with skipping out on injections that I had to do away from home, to try and fit in more with everyone at school and seem less 'weird' and become less of a target to the bullies. This unfortunately didn't help. I then became more anxious and depressed and turned to self harm to cope with my new found self hatred. This also led to me skipping out on my injections entirely, as I felt like I couldn't be diabetic or I would continuously be bullied for the rest of my life. I then managed to get to the end of secondary school, my GCSE years and I ended up being moved onto the insulin pump. However, this didn't last long as my body unfortunately rejected it after about a year and a half and with my HBA1C levels not improving drastically while being on it I was moved back onto injections. These lasted about a month, until I had a massive relapse with my mental health issues. I stopped taking my insulin and lived off of a packet of crisps a day at best. I moved on to college but the bullying had takrn it's toll. I was still severely depressed and not doing my injections. This continued for about a year until I tried to pull myself back together again after being hospitalised with ketoacidisis (if that's how you spell it :S) and began a very slow process of starting to inject myself again. However, with the thought of university lingering over me and the stress of my course I fell back into bad habits and ended up starving myself again and ultimately stopped doing my injections again. I don't know how much weight I lost, but I know that my parents and my friends were concerned before I left for uni about my weight and general diabetes control, especially sincde I always avoid the topic as it sets of my anxiety and I begin to shut down. I had my boyfriend help me move up to bristol (from plymouth) for university. With my HBA1C at an all time high along with my depression and anxiety I only lasted a week away before I had to be retrieved as I had reached the point that I wanted to end it all. I had major self harm relapses and wasn't doing my injections, mostly only using my needles in the process of self harm among other items. Again still starving myself I returned to live back at home and was told by everyone around me that I had become gaunt and too skinny, but again didn't want to weigh myself as I didn't believe them. I still thought that I needed to lose weight. However, I became polar opposite, apparently using my lack of injecting as a self harm tactic as I didn't feel like I was good enough anymore. I ate like someone with a major sweet tooth, stuffing all of the chocolate and high carb foods into my face as much as possible. With having a really bad HBA1C still, I felt awful but remembered that the last time I tried to inject again I still felt just as bad. I have always had joint and muscle issues, even before being diagnosed diabetic but has always been put down to either growing pains or poor diabetes control. This carried on for two years, and only now (for about the past week) have I decided to try again at controlling my diabetes by getting help from my boyfriend in reminding me to inject as my half sister (who is also diabetic) had complications with her diabetes and was hospitalised which caused my mum to break down completely. I feel that the issue needs to be addressed as I have seen first hand the dangers of poor diabetes control and what diabulimia can do (now I finally have a term for it!) as I have poor eyesight that has gotten worse and my half sister has had a stroke among other complications to do with her diabetes. Again, linked with other health issues such as depression, anxiety, self-harm, and physiological issues it can be an absolute silent killer and it is such a shame to know that people go through this without any help I am so glad that this forum has been set up for people to share their experiences, and I am so grateful that I can post this here to hopefully get the support I need and to help others get the support they need to. So thank you, and sorry for the essay! Xxx [/QUOTE]
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