Diabetes kills more people than BREAST CANCER and AIDS COMBINED every year. This disease doesn’t get the credit it deserves. I’m tired of people saying ,“It could have been worst, you could of had cancer,” because diabetes kills too!!!! That is all (rant over)
I HATE when someone says, “At least you don’t have something serious like cancer.” Diabetes is serious. Deadly serious. Diabetes is the SEVENTH deadliest disease in THE FREAKING WORLD. Fifth in the US. Only ONE TYPE OF CANCER kills more people: throat/lung cancers. There are countless CANCER SURVIVORS. Until there is a cure, THERE WILL NEVER BE A DIABETES SURVIVOR. Because being a SURVIVOR implies the DANGER IS OVER. But it never will for us. There is no end to diabetes. No end to the danger. - Anon
I sometimes feel really alone because I have no diabetic friends. I know my friends and family are always supportive and will do everything they can to help, but no one really understands what it’s really like to have diabetes.
I think too often people hate on Type 2 diabetics. Guess what? They didn’t do it to themselves either. They have an awful disease too. And all the hate adds to society’s view on all diabetes. Even though I am T1, I will fight tooth and nail against anyone being mean to Type 2s.
i can’t do this anymore. i can’t do the needles. i can’t do the maths everytime i want to eat. i can’t do the pain. i can’t do the nights. i can’t do the days. i can’t do the highs. i can’t do the lows. i can’t do the isolation. i can’t do the social stigma. i can’t do any of it. i don’t want this to be my life. i want to live. i don’t want to be failing at survival. i just c a n ’ t do this. i can’t deal with it
I had to grow up when I was 8. Everyone still tells me “You need to grow up” and “it’s your responsibility” and “if you don’t take care of yourself, you could die”. I don’t want to grow up this fast. I never wanted to grow up this fast.
Sometimes if I’m with people I don’t know very well I’ll know that I’m low but I still won’t check because I don’t want them to find out. I hate the way people look at me when they realize I’m not normal. I don’t want your pity. I just want to drink the god damned juice box and get on with my life.
When someone says something like “Coke gives you diabetes,” it disgusts me, but what disgusts me more is when type 1s say things like, “That’s type 2; learn the difference,” in response and act all outraged. Especially when no type was given. Sugar doesn’t cause any type of diabetes, just increases the likelihood of getting it by contributing to obesity. We need to stick together and stop pointing fingers. It shouldn’t be an us vs them type war when it already feels like diabetics vs non-betics.
Everything in life is more of a hassle with diabetes. You can never just eat, just exercise, just do anything impromptu. You have to plan your life, but your blood sugars can mess up all your plans. Involving yourself in regular activities like drinking and sex takes consideration. Permanent injuries, taking ages to heal, being sick because you get too hot, having difficulty with your teeth with the constant sugar intake. Not being able to lose weight safely. I can’t do this.
I’M TIRED OF BEING DIABETIC. I just want a fucking break. Just give me a break, I promise after that I’ll do better. I want a break. A weekend off of being diabetic. A holiday. Just make it go away for just a little bit so I can breathe and regroup.
I know it sounds trivial, but one of the shittiest things about this disease, for me, is that in a zombie apocalypse, I wouldn’t last 2 weeks. Like, it has always been something I considered, what if scenarios and whatever, but thanks to type 1, I would only last as long as my insulin kept. I can never have crazy adventures, never beat the odds, never survive.
Fuck having this disease. Fuck not being like everybody else. Fuck being told how to live your own life. Fuck nearly fainting during blood tests. Fuck doctor’s getting psychologists to call you because you are not where they would like you to be. Fuck my fucked up sleeping patterns. Fuck infections. Fuck feeling weak. Fuck Ketones. Fuck needles. Fuck gaining weight from insulin. Fuck uneducated assholes who think they know everything. Just fuck everything.
Sometimes I just want to scream at people all my frustrations and aches and fears instead of keeping most of them to myself. I want to force others to realize and appreciate how hard I work on a daily basis just to stay alive.
One time, somebody told me I was lucky I had diabetes, because I got to have sugar when I’m low, got out of class sometimes and got to miss school for hospital visits. I’ve never wanted to punch someone so badly than that moment.