In the few months before I found out I had diabetes I wasn't feeling very well, and everyone kept asking if I was ok because I was losing weight and drinking lots. When my mum took me to see our GP I was very scared when he said I had to go to hospital, and he talked to my mum about diabetes a bit - I didn't understand what they were talking about at the time. When we got to the hospital, they started putting cream on my hands and arms, and kept on talking about blood tests which made me even more scared. The doctor at the hospital said I had to go up to the ward and stay in hospital - I was very scared and upset by now, and it was the first day of the summer holidays and I wanted to go out to play with my friends, so I was angry as well. My mum and dad persuaded me to go up to the ward and have a look at least, and talk to the doctor on the ward who wanted to meet me. Eventually I gave in and we went up to the ward, it looked ok and the man nurse who was waiting for me was nice and kind. The doctor came and he said " you have diabetes, but it needn't stop you from doing anything you want to do, it's not your fault you have diabetes, nobody knows how or why people get it." I was in hospital for five days, I hated doing injections at first, and not being able to eat what I wanted when I wanted to. Now I'm on the four basal dose scheme, it's boring counting carbs all the time, but it doesn't stop me doing anything - I play rugby, basketball, cricket and do athletics - all to a good standard I'm told. My friends think I'm so athletic because of my diabetes, and they are jealous when I can eat Mars bars etc in school and they can't - there are a lot of children worse off than me, so I'm lucky really.