Must admit that some of my experiences haven’t been great. Diagnosed at the age of ten in 1986. Wasn’t afraid because it was my poor mother who took care of everything. Practised injecting on an orange, and still the smell of medi-swabs bring me straight back to that time. My initial hairy experience came when I went to the appointment with my little green log book of bld sugars. Doctor upset me because he said I had put on weight. Of course I had put weight on, I had been severely underweight because I had no insulin. As a pre-teen ( as they say nowadays ), I was becoming conscious of my body. This, and more emphasis on weight gain at other appointments made me start to restrict my food intake, which only resulted in a life long difficulty with food and worrying about putting on even 2lbs. I must admit I probably was overly sensitive. I take any criticism of glucose levels to heart. I have met many lovely doctors and nurses over the years. Seems though that if my bld sugars aren’t perfect I’m not happy. Forgive any spelling mistakes as I have some retinopathy and on ph atm. Too lazy to walk into the bedroom to get the laptop.