{"id":112003,"date":"2009-12-29T16:19:42","date_gmt":"2009-12-29T21:19:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.diabetesforums.com\/forum\/young-adults-with-diabetes\/47083-in-need-some-encouragment.html"},"modified":"2009-12-29T16:19:42","modified_gmt":"2009-12-29T21:19:42","slug":"in-need-of-some-encouragment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/112003","title":{"rendered":"In need of some encouragment&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>I\u0092m not one to complain and I really hate that I\u0092m starting off by doing so, but things have just really sucked lately. I was diagnosed with Type I about four days before Thanksgiving. I spent four days in the ICU and two days in regular care. Despite missing Thanksgiving and having my whole world change drastically right before my eyes, I was fairly optimistic. Sure, there were a couple instances where I cried for a few minutes, but I typically remained upbeat and hopeful. Perhaps I was in denial or maybe it hadn\u0092t hit me yet, I don\u0092t really know. I guess I still don\u0092t think it\u0092s hit me quite yet, but I think I\u0092m getting closer. I\u0092ve had a family member living with me ever since I left the hospital. While it was rather annoying, I appreciated having someone there, just in case. Counting carbs and trying to figure out how much insulin to take and all that jazz is something that comes with time and confidence and while I knew what I was doing, having someone there to double check was great. It was also really nice seeing as I was crashing more than two times a day. Not fun. Anywho, after my finals were done we decided it would be best if I stayed at my mom\u0092s for my winter break. So I loaded up my kitties and made the two hour drive back to my home town where I\u0092m currently staying. At first things were going fine. It was nice spending time with my mom and having my friends close by, but then my friends went home for their break and now all my time has been spent with my family. I don\u0092t mean for that to sound so ungrateful or negative, but all I\u0092ve been hearing lately is \u0093Diabetics can\u0092t do that\u0094 or \u0093Diabetics have ___ you know\u0094 or \u0093I\u0092m worried about you doing anything you used to do since you\u0092re diabetic now\u0094. The only people that are making me feel slightly normal are my doctors which is ironic seeing as the last time I had been to a doctor before my diagnosis was over two years ago. They tell me that yes, I\u0092m different now, but they\u0092re there to make me feel as normal as possible. I wish my family would do the same. I know they\u0092re only trying to help and that this isn\u0092t easy for them either, but it\u0092s really making dealing with this whole thing rather difficult. As if giving myself a shot four times a day and pricking my fingers at least seven times a day doesn\u0092t make me aware of the fact that my life has changed, hearing about it constantly from those that love me and should be supportive isn\u0092t helping. Most recently my mom has been talking to me about my internship which is coming up between June and September (it depends on which internship I decide to take). A few of them are on the other side of the country. She thinks that I should remain close to home and that I really shouldn\u0092t be living alone. Her reasoning behind this is that I\u0092ll still be in the honeymoon phase and that I could crash at any time. I pointed out to her that every time I\u0092ve crashed, I was the one that took care of it. I understand her concern, I really do, but I hate that she\u0092s making me feel even more out of control of my life than I already do. I lived by myself for the past six months. I know I wasn\u0092t diabetic then, but I did a great job taking care of myself. I received six \u0091A+\u0092s and two \u0091A\u0092s. My apartment was always clean, I made new friends, and I even managed to get in some volunteer time. I was doing great. Now they\u0092ve made it so I can\u0092t function without someone. My eyes were changing so now they won\u0092t let me drive until I get my eyes checked which they have yet to make me an appointment. I\u0092d do it myself, but I don\u0092t know when someone would be able to drive me. I can\u0092t eat without someone checking my math or asking me if I should be eating that. I don\u0092t know. I guess I\u0092m just feeling really down and I don\u0092t know what to do. I know my life has changed and that things will never be exactly the same, but I hate that others keep pointing it out to me. Has anyone had to deal with this before or am I just being super sensitive? I\u0092d hate to think that I\u0092m blowing this all out of proportion, but I just don\u0092t know how to not let what they\u0092re saying affect me.  Sorry to be such a Debbie downer. Hopefully things will start to look up soon. Thanks for listening.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u0092m not one to complain and I really hate that I\u0092m starting off by doing so, but things have just really sucked lately. I was diagnosed with Type I about four days before Thanksgiving. I spent four days in the ICU and two days in regular care. Despite missing Thanksgiving and having my whole world [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-112003","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112003","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=112003"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112003\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=112003"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=112003"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=112003"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}