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- Type of diabetes
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Hello Everyone
I'm reaching out and need help and support.
I'm a t2, diagnosed almost 2 years ago. I've physically managing everything quite well. OK, well enough I guess. At first I was able to control my levels with lifestyle... the lifestyle of a top-tier athlete. So of course I couldn't keep that up so after a while I conceded and started taking Metformin.
I thought I was doing well. My H1abcq73cowemoji9whatever measurements were what my doctors were targeting, my annoying migraines and random vomiting was happening far less frequently. I stopped measuring regularly and just coasted on what seemed to be an acceptable lifestyle.
Then I got the flu around Christmas time and suffered a major bout of depression due to personal problems. And ever since then I've been constantly dying of thirst.
I knew that thirst is a symptom of diabetes being out of control so at first I did some random blood sugar checks. I seemed to be a little elevated considering that I was on medication but I refused to believe I might be in trouble because I wasn't doing anything worse than when I started taking Metformin and got a great 3-month reading.
I stuck my head in the sand and refused to deal with diabetes anymore. I ignored the thirst. I wouldn't measure. I drank alcohol a bit like a normal person. I ate some pasta and bread occasionally like a person trying to do keto or paleo a bit but just not fully committing. I kept following my doctor's advice and avoided "researching" on the internet like the plague.
I was mostly fine. The thirst stayed and I just got used to it. I drank drank drank and would wind up in the bathroom every 15-20 minutes. I was annoyed but refused to acknowledge there could be a problem.
Then last Thursday I got a headache and started vomiting out of the blue. Just like before I was diagnosed. Even then I wouldn't acknowledge there was something wrong with my diabetes management. I blamed tomato soup.
Now with an irritated esophagus my thirst was even worse. A couple of nights ago I noticed my throat was a bit red so finally I was like "enough is enough". And I decided to see online what other things could possibly cause incessant thirst.
Diabetes
Diabetes
Also diabetes
Diabetes out of control
Diabetes with a side of diabetes
Ketosis... Because of diabetes
And I just broke.
I asked my doctor if she thought I should see her. She said yes of course. I was crushed but I was already crushed.
I changed my lifestyle drastically. I live more healthily than ever and certainly more healthily than before I was diagnosed. But now I realize I've done next to nothing to manage the mental and emotional side of this. I've avoided it completely. It's like I was in a weird semi denial.
Sure, I was sad, upset, and depressed, and acknowledged that I was not pleased to be diabetic. As time went on I came to falsely believe that I could find some acceptable lifestyle and diabetes would just be some background annoyance that I check up on every 3 months - like a pap smear or dentist visit, just more often.
Reality finally body slammed me and the emotional floodgates opened. This is serious. Fear, anger, frustration, and guilt that I've actively ignored, avoided, and pushed down for nearly 2 years is finally exploding all over the place.
I've finally decided to do something different and do something about my thoughts and feelings about being a diabetic. I've finally decided to stop briefly admitting but then quickly denying and avoiding the terror and fury.
I'm scared of this disease. I'm scared of what having this disease means. I'm afraid it means that my quality of life is going to be diminished and diminished and then finally extinguished painfully and prematurely.
I'm angry that I can't eat my favorite foods anymore without it costing me so much pain, suffering, and eventually death.
I'm furious that other people can just eat freely with no consequences. I'm jealous.
I hate how people for fun and shitsandgiggles suffer to maintain the diet I HAVE to maintain just so they can be cute and skinny and how they talk and complain about it all the time. I hate that for them it's optional and for me it's mandatory.
I feel guilty because I feel I didn't try hard enough and maybe if I hadn't eaten all those snickers and slices of toast and carbonaras and French fries to self medicate a pretty rough existence, I wouldn't be in this mess. This is my fault.
I'm angry and frustrated and embarrassed because I was wrong. This is not something I can just put to the side and coast through.
I was at first baffled and then furious and hopeless that even if I manage my diabetes well I will still be punished with severe fatigue, migraine, and vomiting. I'm terrified that possibly I'll be punished with even worse "complications" no matter what I do.
I'm super angry about this euphemism "complication". I don't want to hear it anymore.
I'm angry at the media and uninformed people framing t2 as something I've done to myself. I'm afraid they're right that t2 kills people and it's going to kill me and it's my own **** fault.
I'm livid that the public perception of a t2 diabetic is a fat or obese person who's lazy. I'm triple furious and livid that apparently I also believe this nonsense.
I'm still confused and in disbelief. I'm not fat, I've never been overweight. OK yes I'm lazy but I've always maintained a healthy size and that's all that matters right?! I can't have diabetes. This isn't possible. After 2 years I'm just now realizing I'm in denial.
I'm embarrassed and ashamed for having these thoughts. I'm embarrassed and ashamed that I'm at home writing this message and bawling and on sick leave instead sucking it up and going to work.
I'm afraid people are going to keep on telling me that I think too much and invalidate all these thoughts I've also invalidated and buried and refused to deal with.
I'm afraid people are going to skewer me for my politically incorrect thoughts.
I'm afraid people are going to lambast me for feeling so awful when my diabetes isn't even that bad. I should just be happy it isn't worse.
I'm tired of people being right in telling me I need to take care of myself and take this seriously so that I don't wind up with "complications" because I'm in denial.
I'm coming undone.
So I'm reaching out hoping that people here will 1. Understand and 2. Be able to help me finally deal with the mental and emotional ordeal that goes along with living with diabetes with support based on experience (please tell me I'm not crazy).
I'm reaching out and need help and support.
I'm a t2, diagnosed almost 2 years ago. I've physically managing everything quite well. OK, well enough I guess. At first I was able to control my levels with lifestyle... the lifestyle of a top-tier athlete. So of course I couldn't keep that up so after a while I conceded and started taking Metformin.
I thought I was doing well. My H1abcq73cowemoji9whatever measurements were what my doctors were targeting, my annoying migraines and random vomiting was happening far less frequently. I stopped measuring regularly and just coasted on what seemed to be an acceptable lifestyle.
Then I got the flu around Christmas time and suffered a major bout of depression due to personal problems. And ever since then I've been constantly dying of thirst.
I knew that thirst is a symptom of diabetes being out of control so at first I did some random blood sugar checks. I seemed to be a little elevated considering that I was on medication but I refused to believe I might be in trouble because I wasn't doing anything worse than when I started taking Metformin and got a great 3-month reading.
I stuck my head in the sand and refused to deal with diabetes anymore. I ignored the thirst. I wouldn't measure. I drank alcohol a bit like a normal person. I ate some pasta and bread occasionally like a person trying to do keto or paleo a bit but just not fully committing. I kept following my doctor's advice and avoided "researching" on the internet like the plague.
I was mostly fine. The thirst stayed and I just got used to it. I drank drank drank and would wind up in the bathroom every 15-20 minutes. I was annoyed but refused to acknowledge there could be a problem.
Then last Thursday I got a headache and started vomiting out of the blue. Just like before I was diagnosed. Even then I wouldn't acknowledge there was something wrong with my diabetes management. I blamed tomato soup.
Now with an irritated esophagus my thirst was even worse. A couple of nights ago I noticed my throat was a bit red so finally I was like "enough is enough". And I decided to see online what other things could possibly cause incessant thirst.
Diabetes
Diabetes
Also diabetes
Diabetes out of control
Diabetes with a side of diabetes
Ketosis... Because of diabetes
And I just broke.
I asked my doctor if she thought I should see her. She said yes of course. I was crushed but I was already crushed.
I changed my lifestyle drastically. I live more healthily than ever and certainly more healthily than before I was diagnosed. But now I realize I've done next to nothing to manage the mental and emotional side of this. I've avoided it completely. It's like I was in a weird semi denial.
Sure, I was sad, upset, and depressed, and acknowledged that I was not pleased to be diabetic. As time went on I came to falsely believe that I could find some acceptable lifestyle and diabetes would just be some background annoyance that I check up on every 3 months - like a pap smear or dentist visit, just more often.
Reality finally body slammed me and the emotional floodgates opened. This is serious. Fear, anger, frustration, and guilt that I've actively ignored, avoided, and pushed down for nearly 2 years is finally exploding all over the place.
I've finally decided to do something different and do something about my thoughts and feelings about being a diabetic. I've finally decided to stop briefly admitting but then quickly denying and avoiding the terror and fury.
I'm scared of this disease. I'm scared of what having this disease means. I'm afraid it means that my quality of life is going to be diminished and diminished and then finally extinguished painfully and prematurely.
I'm angry that I can't eat my favorite foods anymore without it costing me so much pain, suffering, and eventually death.
I'm furious that other people can just eat freely with no consequences. I'm jealous.
I hate how people for fun and shitsandgiggles suffer to maintain the diet I HAVE to maintain just so they can be cute and skinny and how they talk and complain about it all the time. I hate that for them it's optional and for me it's mandatory.
I feel guilty because I feel I didn't try hard enough and maybe if I hadn't eaten all those snickers and slices of toast and carbonaras and French fries to self medicate a pretty rough existence, I wouldn't be in this mess. This is my fault.
I'm angry and frustrated and embarrassed because I was wrong. This is not something I can just put to the side and coast through.
I was at first baffled and then furious and hopeless that even if I manage my diabetes well I will still be punished with severe fatigue, migraine, and vomiting. I'm terrified that possibly I'll be punished with even worse "complications" no matter what I do.
I'm super angry about this euphemism "complication". I don't want to hear it anymore.
I'm angry at the media and uninformed people framing t2 as something I've done to myself. I'm afraid they're right that t2 kills people and it's going to kill me and it's my own **** fault.
I'm livid that the public perception of a t2 diabetic is a fat or obese person who's lazy. I'm triple furious and livid that apparently I also believe this nonsense.
I'm still confused and in disbelief. I'm not fat, I've never been overweight. OK yes I'm lazy but I've always maintained a healthy size and that's all that matters right?! I can't have diabetes. This isn't possible. After 2 years I'm just now realizing I'm in denial.
I'm embarrassed and ashamed for having these thoughts. I'm embarrassed and ashamed that I'm at home writing this message and bawling and on sick leave instead sucking it up and going to work.
I'm afraid people are going to keep on telling me that I think too much and invalidate all these thoughts I've also invalidated and buried and refused to deal with.
I'm afraid people are going to skewer me for my politically incorrect thoughts.
I'm afraid people are going to lambast me for feeling so awful when my diabetes isn't even that bad. I should just be happy it isn't worse.
I'm tired of people being right in telling me I need to take care of myself and take this seriously so that I don't wind up with "complications" because I'm in denial.
I'm coming undone.
So I'm reaching out hoping that people here will 1. Understand and 2. Be able to help me finally deal with the mental and emotional ordeal that goes along with living with diabetes with support based on experience (please tell me I'm not crazy).