So I wanted to start a blog. I have recently been finding a lot of encouragment out there in the online communities of those also living with this disease. And if anyone out there can feel any less isolated or realize they are not so alone after all, then I can deal with that.
So a long story short about me. I was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of 14. Insulin Dependent right from the get-go. The week I was diagnosed, I was put in the hospital for a couple of days to stabilize of course. Well in those few days, I missed my first days of high school. Just devastating at the age of 14. Brand new school, whole new peer group, scary enough as it is. Then I had to deal with having this new and not so exciting thing to have to deal with. I was just learning to manage my illness, taking shots, checking blood sugars. Nothing was more awkward to me than being a new kid in a new school, having to leave class to have to go into the bathroom stall before meals to test my blood sugar. I felt so alone and isolated. Noone knew what diabetes was,wasn’t this something older people dealt with. Not a young teenager. And I was the most timid, introverted young girl I knew. I had only a couple of friends through high school and never had any guys interested in me, or so I thought at least. More on that later.
Well I got through high school, having to switch schools only once, yeah did the whole new school, new peers, etc, etc, all over again. I will say during the first 2-3 years i did pretty good, I was the ideal patient. I did everything I was supposed to do. Then I fell of the angel diabetic wagon. I still took my meds, I never drank sodas or ate anything I really shouldnt have, but I just didn’t care to have to deal with it anymore. I has a lot a bad stuff going on in my home life, and this was the last thing I wanted to have to deal with and be responsible for. I hardly ever checked my sugars, didnt eat lunch half the time, usually went to the library to get on the net. So anyway, after I graduated high school, I went from part-time to full-time at my job. Mostly an office job, so at the time, everyone wanted to order lunch out every day. I didn’t care what I ate, I just ate wherever and whatever everyone else was ordering fron. Over several years, I got myself upwards of 180 pounds. Still never really cared. Home life was still crap and I let it affect me.
Three years after high school go by and I am online chatting with one of the few guys that ever actually talked to me in high school. I was the summer before his senior year of college. At any rate, we started handing out and by the end of the summer, we were dating. I dropped almost 50 pounds, because lets face it, I now had a reason to give a crap about myself again. I had to love me too.
Fast forward 10 years, and we are still together, as happy as ever. I, still with my same job, moved up the ladder a bit, and happy with my life right now. He gives me a kick in the butt when I need it and always gives me a should to cry on when I have a bad day with my sugars or anything else for that matter. He is my rock, my best friend, and my love.
So today, I’m 30, taking the best care of myself than I have since I was 15. I’ve have had this now for more than half my life and frankly don’t remember life before it. But now, for the first time in a long, IT does NOT HAVE ME.
More on my daily struggles, successes and everything in between to come. Don’t let the little things in life get in the way of the bigger, better things. 🙂