Wow. I have always said I had it easy. (I may not always mean that, but I always say that.) I was diagnosed when I was three years old and one parent had to hold me down while the other parent injected me with a stainless steel needle and glass syringe. I have known people, over the years that were diagnosed as teenagers and young adults. I always told them, “I was lucky; I grew up knowing no difference.”
What I mean, is that you had 20 years of habits to break. My Mother changed how she fed me and I grew up knowing no different. There have been difficult times. There still are difficult times. But every day, I try to respond thinking, If you’re going to be a bear, be a Grizzly!
We need to be proactive. We need to shout from the treetops. We need to make certain people understand that Diabetes doesn’t have us, We have diabetes.
With the initial diagnosis of any autoimmune disease, unfortunately your risk of developing another is increased. This is why we need to every day, do our best to be our best.
I think with your experience, you could assist others by taking time to go to a local support group, or looking into being a camp counselor.
I wish you all the best!