- Messages
- 20
- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
- Treatment type
- Pump
I'm kind of hitting a hard moment at the moment with my studies and my diabetes isn't helping. I was diagnosed type 1 back when i was 15. I'm now 21 and I'm just having one of those "down" moments where I'm just horribly fed up.
When I was diagnosed, I took it rather well. I wasn't going to die, I could live like another person and I just had to pick up some habits (such as monitoring blood sugars, dosing insulin right, carrying sugar around etc.). I've very rarely felt down because of my diabetes. But today I feel bad and needed to rant a bit (hope this is the place).
I was told I could do anything I wanted despite being diabetic. But some things truly upset me. I won't ever have the job of my dreams (aeroplane pilot), I won't ever have a permanent driver's license and I'll never be able to donate blood.
The last one has upset me a lot recently. There is a blood donation event organized in my university and every time I walk by the rooms where they're doing it, I see classmates, friends, teachers... All donating, helping people. And all I can do is just walk past, upset that I can't help people who may need it. Upset that I'll never be able to return the favour for having received a donor's blood. It's such a small gesture but it means so much to me. I hate myself for not donating. And I hate myself more for not being able to.
When I was diagnosed, I took it rather well. I wasn't going to die, I could live like another person and I just had to pick up some habits (such as monitoring blood sugars, dosing insulin right, carrying sugar around etc.). I've very rarely felt down because of my diabetes. But today I feel bad and needed to rant a bit (hope this is the place).
I was told I could do anything I wanted despite being diabetic. But some things truly upset me. I won't ever have the job of my dreams (aeroplane pilot), I won't ever have a permanent driver's license and I'll never be able to donate blood.
The last one has upset me a lot recently. There is a blood donation event organized in my university and every time I walk by the rooms where they're doing it, I see classmates, friends, teachers... All donating, helping people. And all I can do is just walk past, upset that I can't help people who may need it. Upset that I'll never be able to return the favour for having received a donor's blood. It's such a small gesture but it means so much to me. I hate myself for not donating. And I hate myself more for not being able to.