Hi there. I absolutely understand everything you've said in your post! It's not the big things but the daily grind that drags you down. I have T1, I was diagnosed at 7 and I'm 38 now. I made it through my pregnancy successfully, and I'm so thankful I did. My daughter was absolutely worth every blood test and each extra injection. However, I also sat in rooms with professionals telling you not to be so strict and to loosen up a bit. This was especially hard through pregnancy. Despite the tightest control of my entire time with diabetes, she still developed macrosomia (over growth) and was born a fortnight early at 10lbs 7oz and is still much bigger than all of her peers nearly 5 years on. The guilt I feel is something else but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
I'm also embarrassed and ashamed having a hypo and hate to draw attention to it, asking for a programme be paused whilst I pop in to the kitchen to test my blood, and shovel jelly babies and lemon curd or jam in by the spoonful like the end is nigh. Yes, I know, we should be measured in our response and over treatment can result in a high, but which diabetic doesn't know that feeling of survival instinct kicking in and just cramming it in when your blood sugar is dropping and your sight has changed (dimmed/gone over sensitive to light/blurry) because it's dropping more quickly that would be tolerable under any other circumstance. Let's not even go in to having a hypo at work, or worse in a meeting, where I've taken to leaving my jelly babies in my open handbag next to my seat. They've stopped asking what I'm doing now when I help myself as someone is talking (sometimes, that someone is me!!) as I'm so fed up of pretending I can do this without any slight amendments to the working day in comparison to someone without diabetes.
So, yes, I get it, I do! I've gone on and on, my point is, you're not alone.
On one high, one of my favourite 'diabetic' moments was when I went in to a consultants appointment before it was routinely treated in the community and he handed my blood test book back and said 'I'm not the expert in this room, you are. Tell me when you think we should do?' Very vey liberating!!