I don't do blogs, and I also prefer to read answers within a thread, so I'm hoping people will post their answers here as well.
180 degrees is my own short answer to this question! Here's the longer version:
In 2007 at age 58 I had been experiencing frequent urination, thirst, fatigue and unexplained weight loss for awhile. I knew the first three were symptoms of Diabetes and when I looked up weight loss I saw that it could be as well. At the time I can't recall if I knew there was a "Type 1" only (very vaguely) "juvenile diabetes" that happens when you're a kid and the type that happens to middle aged people like me. I did (also vaguely) know they were very different. I called my doctor and asked to be tested for diabetes, and pretty much expected it to be positive. The nurse told me on the phone my fasting blood sugar was 325; not knowing what that meant I just said, "so I have diabetes, right?"
I was due to retire and move to Guatemala in a month so it was all pretty rushed. I was given oral meds and a meter. I was sent to the nutritionist (or cde I really don't know which) and when I told her "I eat very healthy and I'm a vegetarian" she said "then you shouldn't have to change anything" and never asked me if, as a vegetarian, I ate a lot of rice and pasta. (I did). I'm not sure if the words Type 2 were ever mentioned. No A1C, certainly no antibody or c-peptide tests. I wasn't surprised or particularly bothered at all by my diagnosis.
Fast forward 15 months. With some changes in meds, I'd continued this long with good blood sugars and making no change at all in my diet (I already hadn't eaten sugar for 13 years due to an eating disorder.) It never dawned on me to read, learn, or do anything different other than prick my fingers (I believe 3-4 times a day) and take my pills.
At that point though, my numbers started a slow but inexorable rise. My doctor kept switching my meds with no effect. I probably went on this way for a couple months too long; by the time I said "something is wrong" to my doctor I was hitting the 300s daily and even the 400s. At that point I recognized and told my doctor, "I need to go on insulin" but I didn't understand why. I'd heard "diabetics" could go decades before needing insulin. My doctor put me on too high of a dose to start (I now realize it was because he was treating me as a Type 2) and I kept crashing, including one frightening low where I was unconscious but my liver kicked in.
Something was wrong and I decided to figure out what it was. I started with the only book I had a 20 year old book put out by Johns Hopkins. It listed the differences between type 1 and 2. Under type 1 it said something like "usually diagnosed in childhood, but occasionally in adulthood." Hmmmmm. I then started a process of research online that soon brought me here. I started hearing about LADA/Type 1 and asking questions about it. By the time I got in to see an endo in Guatemala I already had a list of 5 things that I knew defined me as Type 1. It was validation for all my hard work when the endo just checked each item off, and said, "You're type 1". I then began the process of learning about using insulin with some (newer!) books and maybe most of all on TuD. So I wasn't here when it began in 2007, but TuD has played an integral role in my Type 1 Diabetes since three years ago.
Back for a summary: The difference between my experience of Diabetes as a (misdiagnosed) Type 2 in 2007 and my experience of Diabetes today as a Type 1 is day and night. In 2007 I followed my doctors blindly (though that isn't usually my nature) and Diabetes wasn't a big part of my life. Today in 2012 for all intents and purposes I AM my doctor - with a little...ok, a lot..of help from TuD.
Footnote: I'm not, of course saying that all Type 2's ignore their Diabetes, that was just my own experience of things.