Finding out I had diabetes
I was diagnosed at five. We had a family GP who was always coming up and visiting my nan, who lived with us. Anything that was possibly wrong, she had it. So he'd be round often enough. My mum mentioned to him I’d been going to the toilet a lot and drinking a lot. I remember having to have a pee on a stick and then being told I needed to go to the hospital.
I think they thought it might be measles originally, so I was in my own little room, which was great, until I realised I wasn't allowed out to play with anyone else.
The morning after being diagnosed the nurse came in and told me I had to do an injection. It was the mid-1980s. She had a sort of sterile syringe and was telling me I’d have to do it. I went and locked myself in the toilet and refused to come out. From memory I was screaming the place down and saying I’m not coming out. Obviously, I eventually did.
"I think I just got used to having diabetes. In a way it was good being diagnosed then because it’s all I’ve ever known."
It just became part of life. At school I used it to my advantage at times; I needed a snack before breaktime in primary school so I'd be there next to the teacher's desk having my little treat, which was great when no one else in the class was allowed to have one.
There wasn’t as much awareness of what diabetes was and I think other children just accepted it. I remember there was a phase where I’d quite often be going to the toilet in assemblies – I’m not sure if that was deliberate or not. It may have been because my blood sugar was higher in the mornings. A couple of people made comments about it that upset me. That was the first time I’d ever had anything negative.