#natabetes

I just regret not having stayed with that group I was in around the time I was diagnosed and not taking up that guys offer to be a therapist (since he specialized in working with kids with diabetes...go figure). it would have been a good atmosphere for scared little me. but I was too brave, too headstrong. I could do it all on my own (with the help of my parents of course, I was 9).

then I got to be a counselor at that one camp. I loved it. I loved seeing these children some of whom were younger than I was when I was diagnosed. and even when they were sad or angry or just plain done..they had each other and they had me and the other counselors and the nurses. they got to learn about themselves and what methods other people used that maybe they could try out and it was just really cool to see diabetes in such a casual setting after so many years away from a whole group like that.

I’m really too tired to finish these thoughts but I just...I can’t tell if it’s optimism I feel when I see these diabetes blogs. but it’s something...more like pride almost. I am proud to be part of such a strong group of independent people ready to take on the world and teach everyone about what diabetes is and why they need to be aware and what they can do to help. I’m happy to see them all helping each other figure it out. coming to each other for advice as teens, adults...just this weird extended family almost.

why did my infusion set decide not to work? who fucking knows