Hi my name is T-arn. I am 23 years old and was diagnosed with Diabetes in May 1991. It was ok in the begining, my mum used to do my injections until she came home one day and said that she hurt her wrist and that she would give me $10 if I did it myself and I did. That’s how I started to look after myself.
But by the age of 15 I had gotten in with the wrong crowds at school got into drugs and left home. I stopped looking after myself and almost died twice.
I am now 23 and I miss my appointments with the Diabetes doctors. I had an appointment last week to have my eyes checked and there was the usual questions what are my sugar levels like, what insulin am I on and how much I take. Well by the time I was completely honest I ended up in tears. I feel I don’t have the support I need as I said to the doctors I have been in a rut long enough not doing my 4 injections a day and I can’t get into that routine of doing them.
I think the biggest problem is not coming to terms with having this disease for the rest of my life.