- Messages
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- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
- Treatment type
- Insulin
So I was diagnosed with diabetes type 1 13 years ago. I can't believe it, it seems like such a long time ago but it feels like nothing. I remember the initial shock, denial and well, I guess I never got out of that. I was basically told 'you are diabetic', stuck into a hospital for a week and shown how to inject and such, then just discharged. Basically just 'good luck'. I wasn't told how to carb count, I didn't even know I was supposed to rotate my injection sites until 2 years later when a doctor mentioned it in passing. Wales NHS was great then, haha.
So now I am 29 and only just learning how much insulin to take, how to count carbs and such. My blood sugars have been within normal range for the past 3 days and it feels good. This is the only time in my life where they have been. Before this, my normal readings were 15-32. I've been to hospital three times with ketoacidosis, once where I was in a coma for three days. I didn't care at the time. I wanted to die.
A few years after my diabetes I was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression, later social anxiety disorder and borderline personality disorder. I'm on 200mg a day of sertraline for those and it makes me able to function at least.
I used to be terrified of my diabetes doctor. I would try and explain to him that I felt too depressed to test and take insulin and that frankly, I would rather be dead. He just told me to take diabetes more seriously, and that just had the opposite effect on me and I spiralled into even worse self-care.
A year after my diagnosis I attempted suicide twice that year. Prior to that I was raped by my ex-boyfriend and never told anyone until almost 10 years later. Everything else, mostly mental health just seemed to block my diabetes.
So now I want to get better. But I'm afraid.
I feel that 13 years of bad control has basically doomed me into an early grave. I'm 29 now and I've always expected to be dead before 40. But now I have a fiance and I don't want to leave him. I get so depressed over this that I often feel suicidal and just ending it all (despite the logic of that).
I haven't actually noticed any warning signs YET - though I have had bad vision all my life. My feet are fine and such too. But I'm just so frightened.
Do I have a chance to change my life? Or is it too late? Should I just plan for the worst?
So now I am 29 and only just learning how much insulin to take, how to count carbs and such. My blood sugars have been within normal range for the past 3 days and it feels good. This is the only time in my life where they have been. Before this, my normal readings were 15-32. I've been to hospital three times with ketoacidosis, once where I was in a coma for three days. I didn't care at the time. I wanted to die.
A few years after my diabetes I was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression, later social anxiety disorder and borderline personality disorder. I'm on 200mg a day of sertraline for those and it makes me able to function at least.
I used to be terrified of my diabetes doctor. I would try and explain to him that I felt too depressed to test and take insulin and that frankly, I would rather be dead. He just told me to take diabetes more seriously, and that just had the opposite effect on me and I spiralled into even worse self-care.
A year after my diagnosis I attempted suicide twice that year. Prior to that I was raped by my ex-boyfriend and never told anyone until almost 10 years later. Everything else, mostly mental health just seemed to block my diabetes.
So now I want to get better. But I'm afraid.
I feel that 13 years of bad control has basically doomed me into an early grave. I'm 29 now and I've always expected to be dead before 40. But now I have a fiance and I don't want to leave him. I get so depressed over this that I often feel suicidal and just ending it all (despite the logic of that).
I haven't actually noticed any warning signs YET - though I have had bad vision all my life. My feet are fine and such too. But I'm just so frightened.
Do I have a chance to change my life? Or is it too late? Should I just plan for the worst?