bumblebee95
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Hi, I am 24 and i have had diabetes for 15 years. I have spent 11 of these years abusing my body by cutting out insulin and having frequent DKA episodes. I have depression and diabulimia and these I am trying to get help for.
I feel a crippling amount of guilt and shame regarding what i have done to my body, my feet burn at night, my retinopathy screening results come back as 'signs of background retinopathy'... I fear that its too late for me, will my body ever be home to a baby? Will it ever recover? Are my kidneys next? Will I be able to live, like really live? Or will I have to face that im not cut out for this life?
I am desperate to get out of this but I dont know how to put myself first... I am losing it, I feel like i have nothing to give to the world anymore.
Just a T2 here, but been depressed all my life. Turning 40 next month though, so still here in spite of it all. And you know what I've found? I may not feel like I'm contributing anything, but my husband doesn't agree. Neither does my family, my inlaws, and my friends. To them, I do make life better than it would be without me. It isn't something I understand, because I can't see what they see, it seems... But it is their truth. As it is the truth for the people around you. You have value, you have a purpose, even if you don't know it.Hi, I am 24 and i have had diabetes for 15 years. I have spent 11 of these years abusing my body by cutting out insulin and having frequent DKA episodes. I have depression and diabulimia and these I am trying to get help for.
I feel a crippling amount of guilt and shame regarding what i have done to my body, my feet burn at night, my retinopathy screening results come back as 'signs of background retinopathy'... I fear that its too late for me, will my body ever be home to a baby? Will it ever recover? Are my kidneys next? Will I be able to live, like really live? Or will I have to face that im not cut out for this life?
I am desperate to get out of this but I dont know how to put myself first... I am losing it, I feel like i have nothing to give to the world anymore.
Hi, I am 24 and i have had diabetes for 15 years. I have spent 11 of these years abusing my body by cutting out insulin and having frequent DKA episodes. I have depression and diabulimia and these I am trying to get help for.
I feel a crippling amount of guilt and shame regarding what i have done to my body, my feet burn at night, my retinopathy screening results come back as 'signs of background retinopathy'... I fear that its too late for me, will my body ever be home to a baby? Will it ever recover? Are my kidneys next? Will I be able to live, like really live? Or will I have to face that im not cut out for this life?
I am desperate to get out of this but I dont know how to put myself first... I am losing it, I feel like i have nothing to give to the world anymore.
Hi @bumblebee95 I fully empathise and am sending an account of something in my life back in 1979:Hi, I am 24 and i have had diabetes for 15 years. I have spent 11 of these years abusing my body by cutting out insulin and having frequent DKA episodes. I have depression and diabulimia and these I am trying to get help for.
I feel a crippling amount of guilt and shame regarding what i have done to my body, my feet burn at night, my retinopathy screening results come back as 'signs of background retinopathy'... I fear that its too late for me, will my body ever be home to a baby? Will it ever recover? Are my kidneys next? Will I be able to live, like really live? Or will I have to face that im not cut out for this life?
I am desperate to get out of this but I dont know how to put myself first... I am losing it, I feel like i have nothing to give to the world anymore.
Thank you for these words. My mindset is the same as yours once was, that my future has to be perfect, but i guess that is irrational.Hi @bumblebee95, As an insulin-taker for 52 years, not as professional advice or opinion:
As daft as this sounds, the Chinese word for crisis is also the word for opportunity!
It sounds like you have reached the lowest point in your life - rock bottom. But you have reached out for help.
You know that you are at a crisis point but you have not given up completely.
You say that you have nothing to give the world - but you have a story - one that you are struggling with - guilt, shame, fear for the future, loss of hope - but a number of us here on site have reversed the complications of diabetes. It is possible.
The damage was not permanent, they found a second chance.
You also have abilities, talents which for whatever reason have not yet appeared, or which have lacked for the chance for them to sprout and grow. I have known people feeling down and out, who have the greatest ability to use swear words. Yes, that is a talent. Some go into a life of comedy, others find they are good with certain people and work in nursing homes, youth groups and so on. These second chances and hidden talents are where crisis meets opportunity.
If you would like written proof, read book or e-book 'Dr Bernstein's Diabetes Solution' where he describes his own battle with diabetes, and his way as a Type 1 diabetic of getting and keeping things under control and reversing his kidney, eye and neuropathy-in -his-feet problems. He started out an engineer and ended up a doctor.
And others here and elsewhere have benefited from his work and advice. No one is saying his is the only way but he sets a great example of what is possible.
No one is saying it is easy street but it is possible, in his case even without an insulin pump and he is past 65 years on insulin !!
Nothing is more precious in our world than children. You mention that you wonder if you will ever be a mother.
Perhaps your own mother may have wondered at some stage in her life about whether she would ever be a mother, although not necessarily for the same reasons.
By seeking help you have the opportunity to hear how other diabetic women feel about motherhood, about pregnancy and so on.
Do you have any diabuddies, know other T1Ds about your age? People you could talk with, be supportive of each other?
Other support, whether family, friends, healthcare providers?
We all need a support network, and be prepared to rebuild it if somehow we have cheesed some of them off.
And we cannot change the past - the mistakes, the defeats, as well as the victories and wins. Worry of the past can steal our present away. We can learn from mistakes, we can try to make good whether it be with re-establishing a friendship, getting BSLs better, or finding a course in something we are interested in but never got around to.
Regret can eat away at us, whereas doing somethings to change helps us grow, heal - healing the past, living in the present (the here and now) and allowing the future the best chance to blossom.
I used to think that I had to make the present and future perfect otherwise why bother?.
A friend sorted me out right proper. Cheeky sod he was!!
He said: In the future, even a weed growing and covered with flowers is better than a burnt firepit.
The better weeds can come later !! (nobody, just nobody had had a go at my superb artwork like that0!!!
As that 'sod' above also illustrated: humour is a good medicine. Yes, used carefully. And the ability to laugh rather than cry about one's past (the parts that are not absolutely, unspeakably rotten and dastardly!!!) and about one's self, is healing also.
That may be difficult right at the moment but as a sign of healing it will appear along the way.
Time to wind up - the moderators should set me a word limit)!!
Tell us 5 things you or someone else had said your are good at. Anything.
I shall 'fess up 5 too, and maybe others will too. umm..will 'fess up 5 too (to, two) English language mumble, mumble !!
Listen to what other say, and offer. Find what resonates, vibes with you.
Best wishes and please keep posting - you are precious, unique. Hang on to yourself, others for help and life.
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Thanks, I needed to hear this ❤First, there's no need to blame yourself. Diabulimia is frighteningly common - eating disorders are often caused by dietary restrictions and diabetics are particularly prone to them. It's not your fault that you're diabetic and though there are better choices that might have been made in the past it's completely counter productive to blame yourself for an illness (depression, diabulimia) which is a common side effect of the T1 diagnosis (particularly for your age group). There's even a sub forum of the T1 forum here which is devoted to it.
And most of us elderly/mature T1s (58 here and 49years of that was T1) have fallen off the wagon at some stage of our lives and I certainly did my body no favours in my teens. But I still have two healthy children (now adult) born after 18 and 21 years of T1hood.
Now the good news - lots of the damage you're describing is reversible or stoppable (I've had on again off again background retinopathy for decades and it encourages me to improve my control - no one's suggested I need treatment for it yet). So you haven't destroyed your body but you do need to try to improve your control. It's really good that you're trying to get help.
Have you spoken to your diabetic team? There's lots of diabetic help they can get you (maybe a libre?). I can't imagine how awful you must feel with frequent (any) DKA episodes. I feel bad enough just after a hypo.
But please remember - beating yourself up about this doesn't help - concentrate on the future - do your blood tests and inject that insulin. You'll be able to think more clearly and make better (more rational) decisions about your life if you can just push ypur blood sugar into more sensible ranges.
Don't give up, lots of us here are wishing you well.
Hi @bumblebee95 I fully empathise and am sending an account of something in my life back in 1979:
. With this in mind it is remarkable that I am writing these words some thirty years later (now forty). One evening, in my first year at King’s (london University), I was sitting at my desk, amazingly doing some work, when I was suddenly unable to see out of my right eye. It was as if a bottle of drawing ink had been poured into the eyeball. Various ideas flooded into my imagination, almost as rapidly as the real substance into my sight. Blind panic took control. I ran down Champion Hill and across Denmark Hill, straight into the Hospital, I would guess in under sixty seconds. Arriving at Accident and Emergency, I was greeted by the ubiquitous unsympathetic gaze of a receptionist:
“What’s your problem?”
“I can’t see out of my right eye.”
“Who sent you here?”
“I did.”
“Did you contact your GP?”
“Listen, I’m an outpatient here and I’m diabetic” (magic words).
“Oh, I see, do you know your Hospital Number by any chance?”
“Yes, A153034.”
“Fantastic. Ah, Mr Vicat. I see from your notes that retinopathy has been noted. I’ll get someone to attend to you.”
A doctor duly appeared and informed me that I had had a haemorrhage and that nothing could be done until it had cleared enough to see what damage had occurred. I was put under the care of Mr E.W.G. Davies, a short, wire-rimmed-bepectacled man with whispy grey hair, twinkly beaming eyes and an everlasting supply of Fox’s Glacier Mints stuffed into his white coat. I found this ironic, seeing that the majority of his patients were diabetic! During one of his consultations in my second year he asked me about my life. I told him that I was living in Kensal Rise; that I cycled into King’s College in the Strand every day; that I played squash; and that I drank moderately (I’m sure he didn’t fall for this). His response was that I should stop burn-ups on the Edgeware Road, that I should avoid squash, moderate my alcohol intake, and that I should shun aerobic exercise or anything that would make me red in the face. If I did not heed his words, I would be blind by the time I reached twenty-three.
“Thank you” I said. “Do you realise that in one sentence you have ruled out all the finer points of living?”
To say that I was depressed would be accurate, but somewhat insufficient. What was the point of carrying on in London? Was I likely to experience any of the ambitions I might entertain? Would I ever see my children? Worse still, would I ever have any? Would I ever drive and explore my country, let alone the World? How could I learn any more music? These were just some of the thoughts that spun round in my head, as though my brain had been sucked into a tumble dryer.
Forty years later, at the age of 60, I have a seven year old granddaughter, have been organist of our village for 32 years, founded a choir and only use reading glasses! It is climbing out of the pit of despair which takes the most effort, but you can do it! I hope you enjoy family life in the years to come.
It's great to be able to make a difference!Thank you for giving me hope, the greatest gift of all. I, like many, am used to hearing a narrative that is ladled with scaremongering and shame and it is hard to get out of that void, but I must try at the very least. It is refreshing that you were able to do all those things despite things not looking up for you 30 years ago. It tells me that I too can heal and in time, get to that place
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