So, I came across this post here: http://www.dlife.com/diabetes/lifestyle/diabetes-children/michelle_...
Personally, I don't think there is any difference between being diagnosed 9, 10 or 11 years.
I also don't know how many people/children actually die because of diabetes, and how many of them actually die in their 11th year with it.
What I was wondering is: Did anything happen to you at your "10 year mark"?
Thinking about it, I realized that I have to answer this question with "yes".
I was dx at age 8. When I was 18, something I still don't have an explanation for happened.
It was a normal day, a normal evening. I went to bed with a normal bg, neither too low nor too high (so I didn't inject any more insulin than I did any other day). There was nothing unusual during the night.
Though, when I woke up (I assume I did, I don't remember it), I was acting weird, shouting at my mum, arguing with her, tearing stuff in my room, and things like that. I have no memory of it. None. My memory sets in at around 10 (I was supposed to be at school at 8!) - I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking over to the clock and wondering why it showed a 10... I thought I was dreaming, it couldn't be 10 already. The following 3 hours were still a complete blur but at least I was aware that I existed.
I didn't feel well the entire day but it got better with time passing by. Probably my scariest memory (even though I do not remember most of it) concerning diabetes.
I didn't think much about it at that time.
Later, after graduation, I dawned on me that I could easily have died that day. Nobody would have noticed until I would have been too late. Not even my mother took it as a sign of extreme low blood sugar* that her teenage daughter randomly went on a rant before school... and I can*t even blame her for it, she didn't see me since I didn't go downstairs to her and an argument usually isn't a reason to check on somebody's wellbeing.
* Tested ~10:30, found myself at 30, probably already higher than it was before. Since I don't know what I was doing all the time, it is possible that I ate a glucose tab, or that my liver eventually decided to help me out, I'll never be able to tell.
As said above, I am not sure if that has anything to do with it happening the year I had been living with D for 10 years. But who knows?