I was diagnosed as a kid when I was 9 years old, so I grew up with diabetes. I don’t really remember a life with it, too much. I had an amazing medical team when I was diagnosed, so I’m really grateful for that. I learned how to do a lot independently as a kid, like checking my blood sugars, and giving myself injections. My parents did an amazing job taking care of me and supported me throughout. Being diagnosed at such a young age meant everything had an extra layer to it (think puberty, adolescence and teenage angst). At one point in middle school, I “hid” my diabetes by not going to the nurses office to check my blood sugar or give myself insulin. I didn’t want it to interfere with making friends at the new school I was in.