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Lisa * 19 years sent in 3 April 2008
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ok well my name is Lisa ive had diabetes for roughly 12 years i was diagnosed when i was eat and ill never forget that day. My mum took me to the doctors as id had been running to the toilet quite alot during the night and drinking loads. At the doctors i had been told that day after noon that i was being diagnosed with diabetes but didn't really know what it was about so i was taken to hospital and kept in for a week being frightened of needles and siringes i was put onto the insulin pen. Injecting twice a day and didnt really know what for???.. thats exactly where the problem started i was never really told the meaning of it and why i had to count carbs and why i had to inject and kept going dizzy and shakey all the time. It was pretty hard not knowing why i was treated differently from my friends as i wasnt given the information of it all and felt numbered out from my friends and felt as if i couldn't do things like them one of the specialists helped me through it alot although to this day i have some what of a vague understanding of it, I had got alot of bother in primary school with other kids asking why i had got 'special' dinners than them so i changed to lunches and it kinda died off. So after all this i was frightened to tell people of my condition incase i scared them or asked too many questions and i wasnt going to be able to answer as i didnt have alot of knowledge about the condition. Now im nearly 20 years old im getting over the whole thing of letting it control me and im able to control it and don't let it get in my way of things but it would have helped alot if i had been given the knowledge or jist of the condition when i was diagnosed. Now i can get along with my life and do what i like sometimes i tend to forget about injections but i realise i can't afford to due to the complications of it all and the hospital keeps reminding me and i used to hate the way they went on at me but now i realise its for my own good and theres always light at the end of a dark tunnel for anyone dealing with this and for anyone helping someone deal with it but as long as they remember they arnt alone. I had went to diabetic outtings with the hospital and you were allowed to bring a friend for moral support which helped to.. No one should let it get in their way of doing things as its not a nice thing to have but anyone can get through it if they have faith. x

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