| On the other hand Dewey, you gotta remember that there's a difference between coping and not coping. I 'cope' with diabetes. I don't let it stop me doing whatever I want in life. That doesn't mean that I necessarily deal with it too well psychologically.
I'm sure the following is true for you too. I absolutely hate having diabetes. I never thought when I was a child it would be possible to hate something so totally and entirely. All I want is a bit of REAL normality, not the version that I have to prepare myself. No-one else out there is constantly thinking about what their BG is doing, how much insulin they need to take, how they're going to cope in an unexpected situation. That's what I want, that's what I ask for. I would do anything, absolutely anything to get free of that. I'd wade through rivers of blood if it meant a way out.
But I still cope. Privately I might want a way out of diabetes (one way or the other too, for that matter) but I cope with the condition. Unfortunately, this is where the problem stems from. I feel very schizophrenic at times because diabetes makes me two very different people - one is the outward, easy-going, able-to-cope, worry-free me. That's the face I present to the world because I cannot bear the thought that people out there would feel sorry for me because I have diabetes. It's essential for my sanity that I'm able to demonstrate that the condition stops me. The other personality is the one I've just spilled out in the previous paragraph.
The worry-free me is the one that's the problem. I deliberately play down the **** we all have to deal with when you have diabetes. But then that means people think it isn't a big deal. And when they think that, they stop caring so much, they don't think finding a cure is a big deal, and they think you're ok.
I am NOT ok.
So that's why I'm so pleased this girl has 'broken the code' here - because if a little girl who's crying out for a normal life doesn't help people 'get' it, nothing will.  | 
