My life

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I was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of 3, nobody liked it, not even my brother. I was bullied and abused at school and by my brother because of it. At first my parents took care of it because I had needle phobia which gave me nightmares. I gained a lot of weight because I was told to have snacks between each meal but then in my early teens with a new consultant I was told not to and lost too much weight when I started high school. I started to rebel, I wouldn't take my insulin properly but told everyone I did. In my mid teens the abuse was so bad that I had no friends and I hated myself, so I tried to kill myself via neglecting my diabetes. For the next few years up until I was 21 I attempted suicide through my diabetes a few hundred times, two of the attempts I actually died and was resuscitated the last one broke me. I wanted all the pain and suffering to stop but all I was doing was hurting those that did love me like my dad, so I went to rehab and they gave me reasons to live and look after my diabetes. Now two years later I am living healthily, I'm a college student, I've accepted who I am as a trans woman, I'm happy and most of all, I control my diabetes not the other way around.