[JJeenn]

My mom had noticed that I was losing weight, didn't feel well, and drinking tons and tons of fluids (I only remember the unbelievable thirst and not feeling well parts). She made a doctor's appointment and there I had to pee in a cup and they sent me for a blood test and told my mom it might be diabetes. We went home and a while later my mom got a phone call telling her to bring me down to the hospital because my blood sugar was high and (according to her) they said they were worried about me going into a coma. (I have no idea what my blood sugar actually was when I was diagnosed, but wish I knew.)

I handled it well. I was angry a lot that year but didn't really connect it to diabetes, I was angry at school, but I'm sure my parents connected it. For years after that I was fine and responsible and didn't feel sorry for myself. Then towards the end of high school and beginning of college my schedule changed, the insulin regimen no longer fit, my A1c rose, I took over control, and I still didn't give anything much thought. After a few years I suddenly got very depressed and very angry about having diabetes. For about a year I just raged at it although I also wanted to get better control and was trying, and the fact that I wasn't succeeding just made me even more angry and more depressed and I felt like no one understood. I think this is is the first time I really faced diabetes head-on. It hasn't been until this year that I've stopped being mad and/or feeling depressed about it. I still have my frustrating days but my attitude now has reverted back to the "it doesn't bother me much" category.

So that's my story. It was interesting reading the others.