Have you ever wondered what it is like to either not be able to eat the foods that you want, or have to give yourself a shot or take a pill because you ate a certain food? Just because you have a disease, not because you did something wrong, not knowing how you got the disease. Consider yourself lucky then, diabetics type 1 know what it's like. They have to give them selves shot, take pills, prick their fingers and test their blood sugar every day and before every meal. I was a perfectly healthy boy, I ran track, loved sports, and always ate healthy. I never thought that my health would change for the worse. My family doesn't have a history of diabetes, we never knew that something like this could happen to any of us. I always thought …show more content…
It will never go away, it will never not be there. I have had to accept the fact that I have this disease. Not only does it effect me, it effects me, my family, and my loved ones. And it will effect me my entire life. There is no cure, and there may never be. So my Entire life I have to watch what I eat, calculate the carbs of all my food and give myself a shot after I do a lot of math to figure out how much insulin my body needs. But if I don't do math completely correct it effects my body, if my blood sugar isn't where it's supposed, I start to feel like my mouth is dry all the time, I couldn't think as well as I should be, I have to go to the bathroom all the time, and I don't get all the nutrients that I need, so I loose a lot of …show more content…
They think that just because I have diabetes I am some sort of different person for it, and I have to be treated distinctly. Even though diabetes gives me more responsibility, having to keep myself healthy, people still treat me like the same as everybody else. Before I was diagnosed my father noticed how I was acting how I looked, because I have lost a lot of weight, he thought that was on drugs. I've never felt like my dad didn't trust me, as much as I did before I was diagnosed. When I finally proved him wrong, he didn't leave my side, felt ashamed for not trusting me. Because if I didn't get diagnosed, and to the hospital when I did, I would have