I was 9 1/2 years old, just got home from school. I was sick all weekend constantly puking till I was left dry heaving. My face was sunken in Monday morning so my mom took me to the hospital. By the time we got there I had fallen into a coma for a couple days. When I woke up my doctor told me I have type 1 diabetes. When I went back to school all friends avoided me and called me a freak, I felt alone. I was in elementary school at that time. Because of that experience I kept my condition a secret. I kept it a secret for the rest of my school years. It's been 13 years and my diabetes is still not under control. I can't seem to get my butt into gear and get it under control, I try so hard. If anyone could give me some advice as to how I can accept the facts that I have this condition. I haven't really had any complications and I'm lucky for that. I'm in denial still and can't seem get through it. I've been lectured and I know complications can lead to death. I'm struggling.

Kelly Goshorn
Hales Corners, WI