That sterile smell, the multiple doctor visits; the little white rooms, where I tried to not think about the worst thing that could be wrong with me. One of the white coats finally said something, but it wasn't good news; I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. My world had just turned upside down.
I was 12 years old at the time. My parents and I didn't know anything about diabetes, so when I was told I had it, I had just assumed it was only temporary, that I will get better in a few days; I looked at it like having the ''common cold''. I had even told my parents that, thinking it was not that serious. I was oblivious to everything going on around me; nurses pricking my fingers, to checking my blood sugar, to giving me insulin shots, even to …show more content…
This was real life.
Diabetes makes you grow pretty fast, you don't really have a choice, I was barely starting middle school, and I had to constantly remember that I have to check my blood sugar, write it down in my little log book, do my carb calculations for my insulin, and give myself shots. And the number one thing I had to remember was that I couldn't eats all those scrumptious treats i loved. All that responsibility was just thrown at me, without any warning.
I started to become angry, depressed, asking and wanting answers my own doctors couldn't answer. "Why me''? ''What did I do to deserve this''? I seriously just wanted to go back in time.
I struggled a bit through middle school; I would run into a few ignorant kids, who would call me out, whenever I had to check my blood sugar. I would come home crying, asking the same questions; "Why me!?'' I hated having to be different and do things other kids didn't have to even worry about. I didn't want these responsibilities; I just wanted to be a kid. I was destroying myself trying to get rid of my differences: the things that made me
I was 12 years old at the time. My parents and I didn't know anything about diabetes, so when I was told I had it, I had just assumed it was only temporary, that I will get better in a few days; I looked at it like having the ''common cold''. I had even told my parents that, thinking it was not that serious. I was oblivious to everything going on around me; nurses pricking my fingers, to checking my blood sugar, to giving me insulin shots, even to …show more content…
This was real life.
Diabetes makes you grow pretty fast, you don't really have a choice, I was barely starting middle school, and I had to constantly remember that I have to check my blood sugar, write it down in my little log book, do my carb calculations for my insulin, and give myself shots. And the number one thing I had to remember was that I couldn't eats all those scrumptious treats i loved. All that responsibility was just thrown at me, without any warning.
I started to become angry, depressed, asking and wanting answers my own doctors couldn't answer. "Why me''? ''What did I do to deserve this''? I seriously just wanted to go back in time.
I struggled a bit through middle school; I would run into a few ignorant kids, who would call me out, whenever I had to check my blood sugar. I would come home crying, asking the same questions; "Why me!?'' I hated having to be different and do things other kids didn't have to even worry about. I didn't want these responsibilities; I just wanted to be a kid. I was destroying myself trying to get rid of my differences: the things that made me