I've often wonder what feelings I could possibly have with Diabetes. I do understand that I'm one of many at my school. I was actually happy to run into someone who had an insulin pump and quickly knew he was a Diabetic as well because I could see the tubing. I feel alone in a room crowded with many that I'm the only one who sticks out. I feel helpless at times because I want to be free without my insulin pump, but I'm not. I'm attached to something and I'm tired of it. I know that I wouldn't give it up for the world only because I was on shots for so long and I didn't like the shots. I have grown up with learning disabilities and other disabilities as well and now with Diabetes. I've had it for 10 years and I know it's not going away. I'm trying my hardest to lose weight so that I can get my basals lowered and my mum thinks that if I lose the weight I won't be a Diabetic anymore, but she doesn't know. I'm a T1 and as many wish we weren't Diabetics it's something to label myself and I wonder what would happen if there was a cure. Who would get it out of the billions diagnosed each day? Would those who've had it longer get it? Or those just recently diagnosed? I suppose I do live my life in the fast lane. I know more then I can handle and I'm sick and tired of having people think they know what I'm going through when in reality they don't know why I could possibly have a crappy day, or if I sleep all day because I'm in DKA or going into DKA and can't get out of bed. I'm tired, I'm tired of it, and I try so hard to control. I guess what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger and this won't kill me because I won't let it.