Well... Let's just say I was diagnosed with Diabetes in October 2006, after having diabetes symptoms: waking up during midnight feeling thirsty, and going to the toilet quite often. The next day I went to the local hospital, and I got my blood sugar tested. Guess what, the doctors said it was over 400! I was then sent at the emergency department and got hospitalized. Little did I know, is that I would have to go there every year... I checked my whole family tree and there was not one person who had diabetes.
Now, I believe I got diabetes after a shock, or a trauma. Two weeks before beeing diagnosed with diabetes, when school started, I was in 4th grade, in late September or early October. In the school yard, there was a fight in which I was involved, and I got hit in the chest several times hard, till I suddently lost my breath and bursted into tears due to the pain.
The whole thing lasted 1-2 minutes. Because of my lack of breath, I've cried for almost 2 hours and couldn't attend classes due to my current state. Two weeks after that, I was diagnosed with diabetes! I was never a quite healthy person, prior to diabetes I had kidneys problems, and my immunity was quite weak. After beeing diagnosed as a diabetic, I also found out I had myopia, which was passed from my father. Due to my own fault, because I didn't notice that my eyesight in the right eye was quite bad, I couldn't have detected it earlier so it advanced in a couple of years....
After I returned to school, I noticed to school, I noticed a lot of avoidance from my classmates, and I also remember someone talking behind my back about me beeing a diabetic. Most of them were scared and didn't know what the condition was about! Since then, I've changed...
My school grades became average, or below average. I wasn't able to be consistent at school. I also stopped making new friends, mainly because people avoided me. I felt isolated. I used to hate going to school, and every time I heard the bell ring I was relieved, because I could go home and feel safe "mentally". Did I mention my grades were average to below average? Well yeah... My life stopped there, and I haven't made any progresses for the next couple of years, I used to lock myself in the house and play videogames all day.
During my first years as a diabetic, I wasn't quite serious about my condition, and my blood sugar used to be in the high 200-300 constantly, sometimes 400s. Actually, in 2007, about 4 months after beeing diagnosed, I felt into a hypoglicemic coma during sleep. Luckily, my mother saved me by injecting me glucose.
Due to this condition, I became a dull, lanky, odd person. I lost my appetite of living, I wasn't full of life anymore. Most kids my age were having fun, but I just became too scared to express myself.
Because of my on-going mood swing, I couldn't concentrate too much on a certain thing. I lost interest in hobbies quickly. This is when I stopped getting involved into sports and socializing. Some of my friends couldn't understand me and my condition, this has triggered me to not pick up the phone a lot of times when I was asked to go out with them. Due to my blood sugar levels, I was quite a mess mentally, and didn't want to go out with anybody. When I was outside with them a lot of times, I used to stay quiet and since then I've got myself the reputation of a weird person. At school, I was often used to messing up things when working in pair of groups. Due to this, I became used to work on school projects alone, because then I wouldn't just mess everything up, since I had this huge "pressure" when working with others. I became good at working with "myself".
What else should I mention? Three years ago I was diagnosed with neuropathy, due to poor control of diabetes. Since then, I became scared of Hyperglicemia, and I became obsessed with staying on low levels. How low? 40-70s range. I thought this would avoid further complications...
My HbA1c for the last 3 months is 6.2%, (around 110 mg/dL) and my doctor congratulated me for beeing "disciplined". It was all good until he found out that I am hypoglicemic almost everyday! I have days when I'm hypoglicemic twice or even three times! So that would be a good resume of my diabetes control for the last 2 years, high and lows!
This has left serious marks on my brain and myself, my doctor told me I could develop brain neuropathy because I'm constantly on lows, which are more dangerous than high levels, and the fact that I can't feel them sometimes is quite obvious of the impact it made on me... I guess this would be a reason I've lost my motivation to keep up with everything.
Before drawing conclusions, I want to mention that I was always a skinny person, I never had the appetite to eat a lot, I even used to skip meals when I was on high levels, and my doctors told me to eat more! Even after trying so, I noticed that I couldn't gain weight! In fact, I remember I was once in the hospital, and they wanted to see if I could gain weight. In fact I lost about 1.5 pounds. This has became a problem to my self confidence and I started to hate myself around the age of sixteen... I'm now 20 years old, but I look like a 14 years old kid, and I weight 124 pounds(56kgs), and I'm quite short.
I blame diabetes for my bad developing, because I see ex-classmates with worse genetics than mine who exceeded their dads by a good 3-4 inches! It is possible that I have hypothyroid, but the doctors told me it's not the case...
I wanted to go to gym and try to bulk up, but it seems like an impossible mission. Mainly because of my body build(ectomorph), and after discussing with my doctor, he told me that heavy lifting is not for me, because I have high ocular tension. This was a huge blow for me, because it was my dream to change my body, not becoming a bodybuilder, but become more confident... I hate my looks so bad, because of myopia, my right eye is slightly bigger than the left one, thus giving me a weird look. I never had a girlfriend, but only "close friends" before becoming a diabetic. In the last 6 months, I kinda accepted that I won't have a relationship, but at the same time I hate myself even more. I know that when "diabetes" would come, I'd be dumped.
Yes, I have social anxiety, but I am what the society has made me. The way people judged me, and treated me. I have only 2 close friends which I still keep in contact with, and I only feel confident around them. I can't make any new friends, I just can't! By first impression, people always tag me as "weird". I knew I had slight depression, but during my last hospitalization this year, I was diagnosed with severe depression. I basicly told the doctors that I hate my life and this condition. Doctor told me to take antidepressives, but I didn't tell him about my suicidal thoughts, or else he would've sent me to a psychiatric hospital, I didn't want that, because I don't consider myself mentally ill. I'm just desperate!
Sorry for spelling mistakes, I wrote this earlier, but by mistake I deleted a lot of paragraphs and the draft didn't save it. Almost went nuts rewritting this!