Hey
I'm a type one diabetic and was diagnosed 7 years ago at the age of 25. I found this difficult in itself as I had a 3 year old boy and life was good, I had overcome depression that I suffered in my late teens into my early 20s and finally felt that I had everything I wanted in life. When first diagnosed I had absolutely no idea what type 1 diabetes was which is something that I feel ashamed of now! My control was very good and I was really religious with my diabetes for about 18 months and then I did the DAFNE (dose adjustments for normal eating) course at hospital and not long after this I hit a massive wall with my diabetes, big time and in a way it's because I felt very overwhelmed, almost like I knew too much about diabetes and couldn't face it or the thought of living with this disease for the rest of my life. When I make an effort to look after myself I end up having lots of hypos which makes me feel that way. I've always been really critical of myself and if I was having high blood sugars or low blood sugars I would beat myself up about it relentlessly! Since having my first son at age 21 I had gained quite alot of weight and in 2016 I decided to join a slimming world group with my Granny to try and get to a point where I felt better about myself, sadly I am still waiting for this to happen, I lost nearly 4 stone and got to 13 stone which is still heavy for my height of 5 foot 6! Everyone kept telling me how good I looked and in my head all I could think was I'm so far, that's the way I've been since I was a teenager! I kept telling people that I've got a long way to go that I need to lose another 3 stone but people kept asking me where I needed to lose it from that I looked great etc. It doesn't matter how many times anyone says these things to me because my own head doesn't feel the same about myself. Not long after losing all that weight I found I was pregnant with my second child and because of my unhealthy relationship with food I was binge eating alot thinking 'well I'm pregnant so if anybody calls me fat, I've got a reason to be.' Although I was eating alot, my sugars were the best they had been for months because I had a baby to look after in my body I couldn't be putting him at risk of being poorly, he was a reason to look after myself. Being pregnant with type 1 is by far the most difficult process I have gone through in my life! The constant checking of blood sugars, the worse than usual fatigue, worry about being sick because of sugar levels altering, everything that I had to do just made me worry and I didn't enjoy my pregnancy like I did the first time round when I wasn't a diabetic. My baby boy was born 4.5 weeks early and ended up being really poorly anyway even though I took care of myself. It was a really difficult time, he was delivered via an emergency C-section, I was going to the hospital that day just to have a growth scan but the blood flow through the placenta wasn't as it should be and so I was told I would be induced. I was terrified but I wanted a natural birth so went to the ward and had a monitor attached to me to monitor baby's movement and heartbeat etc. After half hour on the ward I was told that my baby's heart rate wasn't good and that I needed to have a c-section right away. I was absolutely terrified at this point, I had never had any kind of surgery and because I have OCD and anxiety, I struggle with thoughts of not being around for my family or them not being around for me and to have absolutely no control of a situation is really scary for me, but we had to get my baby out so there was no option but to go through with it. Unfortunately I had suffered a secondary heart attack after my baby was removed from my tummy and I really thought that my days were numbered. My little boy was born not being able to breathe and he was having hypoglycemic episodes and seizures. I ended up staying in hospital to be treated while he was separated from me and taken to NICU at another hospital, I was absolutely devastated and he didn't get his first cuddle from me until he was 10 days old as he ended up having a collapsed lung just before I was going to see him properly for the first time!! I was transferred to the hospital my baby was in so I could be nearer to him which was a comfort. I got discharged shortly after and my baby boy finally came home just short of a month after being born! It was a complete rollercoaster of emotions and a few weeks after he had been home and I felt more settled I decided that I would try and get rid of some baby weight! 4 months of trying and literally no weight lost or gained but frustrating when you are trying to lose weight and nothing happens!! I had been struggling to take care of myself with regards to my diabetes since my son was born, one reason was the stress of everything that had happened and then when he was home it's the busy schedule you get with a new baby and I have never been a priority, I always look after others first. Unfortunately, I slowly developed diabullimia and I am still struggling to this day. I suffer with depression and started taking antidepressants a few months ago but my eating disorder is still very much taking over my life. I feel that if my diabetes was well controlled then my mood would be alot better, I do have a rational side but my brain never seems to let that side of me prevail!! I had a bit of a meltdown last night because of me not looking after myself, the guilt of having 2 children and not taking care of myself and because I am putting myself more at risk of COVID by not taking care of myself. I want to live, I want to be around for my children, I don't want COVID or die from catching COVID, yet I still can't stop doing this to myself! My partner said he is going to help me get back onto the healthy food without me becoming too obsessed with losing weight but I worry about how long I can sustain this for as I have gone through periods of taking care of myself and it never lasts that long because I feel that I put loads of weight on when I start my regime properly, I see the insulin as basically injecting fat into myself. I really admire those of you with type 1 who manage it well and can handle the disease mentally


this is my reality of living with type 1 diabetes and although it's not a happy story, this is my story! Xx