I was diagnosed with T1 at 11 years old and I'm now 26. I've had ok control, I cannot bear to test my blood Glevels, but I think I'm OK at administering the correct amount of insulin for what I'm eating.
Going through my teens with diabetes was hard. I had frightening incidents with hypos, my siblings used it as a way to get at me, basically there are a lot of horrible memories relating to it, be it t school or at home. Around 16 years of age, I developed a horrible feeling whenever I thought of my illness, I'd get fear and anxiety when seeing the doctors about it. Things have been like this since then. I cannot bear to even say the word outloud and I loath to talk about it with anyone. I don't tell anyone I have it becuse I will cry and feel overwhelmed with the feeling it gives me, I even avoid going to the doctor becuase I hate talking about it. I feel so ashamed and I don't know why. I've been to councelling and that didn't help. Each time I'm forced to see a nurse so I can get my prescriptions, I break down and tell them the same story I've been telling for years. They might refer me somewhere but the event leaves me so exhausted and upset that I just never follow through with their advice.
Most days I'm happy, I lead a fulfilling life as long as I'm not having to think or talk about it. I know this is not going to go away and that I have to sort myself out but it seems that feeling like this is just how things are for me now.
Does anyone else feel like this and can anyone give me advice on how they came to terms with it?
Any help would be hugely appreciated.
Amy
Going through my teens with diabetes was hard. I had frightening incidents with hypos, my siblings used it as a way to get at me, basically there are a lot of horrible memories relating to it, be it t school or at home. Around 16 years of age, I developed a horrible feeling whenever I thought of my illness, I'd get fear and anxiety when seeing the doctors about it. Things have been like this since then. I cannot bear to even say the word outloud and I loath to talk about it with anyone. I don't tell anyone I have it becuse I will cry and feel overwhelmed with the feeling it gives me, I even avoid going to the doctor becuase I hate talking about it. I feel so ashamed and I don't know why. I've been to councelling and that didn't help. Each time I'm forced to see a nurse so I can get my prescriptions, I break down and tell them the same story I've been telling for years. They might refer me somewhere but the event leaves me so exhausted and upset that I just never follow through with their advice.
Most days I'm happy, I lead a fulfilling life as long as I'm not having to think or talk about it. I know this is not going to go away and that I have to sort myself out but it seems that feeling like this is just how things are for me now.
Does anyone else feel like this and can anyone give me advice on how they came to terms with it?
Any help would be hugely appreciated.
Amy