Wow, I feel like I should give you my mother’s phone number! I was diagnosed when I was 11 years old. At the time, I did not realize the emotional turmoil this would put my mother through. Years later (on the cusp of 30) we talk all the time, and she shares with me what it was like. (We are very close, and always have been.) At the time, we were both so frustrated. I was little gothy punk kid so I often blew it off and got angry. Everyone was just an idiot. My mom was emotionally hurt, frustrated, and sad, and she had no one to talk to. Not to mention, 11-17 were probably the roughest years to try and get your kid to take care of their disease, especially when they were in major denial over it. It will take time, but years down the line, the things people say will roll right off your shoulders. If you’re not ready to laugh about it, then don’t. People say these things because they don’t understand. Someone might understand the basic mechanics of the disease, but they will never truly understand unless they have lived with it. Sometimes people say these things because they don’t know what to say. I still get annoyed, but I only spend two seconds on it. People don’t know about a disease unless they have a good reason to know about it. Though it never ceases to amaze me how people don’t stop for two seconds and use logic when saying something, or how about just saying, “I’m sorry, I don’t know much about diabetes,” before they start talking.
I’m actually going to tell my mother to check out your blog, because I think she would relate to you very much.