I’m 25 and I was just diagnosed with T1 just about two years ago (08/25/2020). Found out because I almost went into a diabetic coma. Had to be admitted into the hospital and this was during the first few months of COVID. So I was allowed 0 visitors. It’s been extremely hard. My depression is back up at an all high. My mom and I haven’t been on best terms lately. Always feels like she’s constantly on my ass in regards to my diabetes. Which annoys me just a high extent. Always making comments about my weight (which I hate because growing up she was skinnier than me and would make comments about how I was significantly bigger than her), has damn near heart attack if she sees me have a drink or two and recently has been telling me I need to get a pump (also told my boyfriend bc she thinks he can convince me). At the beginning of this journey I was like “okay I got this no problem”. I was consistent about having a food journal with me at all times so I could notate everything I’d eat and also my BS levels. Once I ~thought~ I got the hang I stopped using the journal and would just read nutrition labels, do the calculation of how much insulin to take based off what I was about to eat, and constantly check my blood sugar levels. I used the freestyle libre for awhile, but I stopped bc the sticky would alwayyyyyssss come off the 2nd or 3rd day of me having it so I said fuck it I’ll just poke myself. Then as you can imagine I got lazy and was tired of my fingers being sore. Eventually I stopped taking my insulin as much as I should bc my stomach and arms were sore (at injection spots). Especially since I usually prick myself in the same spots after awhile it just hurt to do it bc it was so sore. Also, I just started not caring about a LOT of things. Even though I know I should I just can’t bring myself to give a shit. I didn’t care to take my insulin unless I felt really bad. Recently though I’ve been thinking okay maybe within the next year or so my boyfriend and I will get engaged and get married shortly after that. Maybe we’ll decide to make our own family one day. That also scares me. The thought of being pregnant is already scary enough…about doing it while diabetic??? I just can’t imagine how the hormones fuck with your BS levels. And we’ve talked about adoption which is something we both agreed on and would love to do…but I’m still unsure whether or not I’d want to be pregnant myself. Even though that’s how I feel now, who knows once I’m 30 . I want to be able to still have that option you know? I don’t want to lose limbs or have any more health complications. I guess I would just love to hear from other people who have been having / had a hard time after being diagnosed with T1 and just know I’m not alone. I don’t know anyone else who’s diabetic so I usually just keep this to myself. I know I could do better and I want to. These past few 2 months I started getting better at insulin intake and my diet. Been thinking about joining the gym again to be more active. It’s just hard at times to keep motivation.