When I was just out of nappies, and for most of my youth, I wartched as my mother prepared her kit - steralizing her syringes and long thick needles in a saucepan, then gettting a phial out of the fridge and piercing the rubber bung to fill the syringe, and then applying it. I vowed from an early age that me and injections were not a happy fit,
Then I got diagnosed as T2D and immediately went on a trip down De Nile. The doc told me it was progressive and that I would be on insulin in about 7 to 10 years. That was over 30 years ago. Some 5 years ago the day came when my doc's words came about, and I was max'ed out on oral meds, and my HbA1c came in at 106. Insulin for you my boy he said. Nope I said, and joined this site. I learnt all I could about insulin and metabolism and voila, I am now still diet controlled, on a holding dose of medication to keep my prescriptions going, and happy to report I am in the pre-diabetic range and low carbing quite happily.
i am happy because diabetes forced me to look at how my body works, and gain an understanding of my condition that probably surpasses what my doctor knows, I am not burnt out after all, and my pancreas still produces insulin. You could call the T2D section The C-Peptide Club.