Type one Diabetes occurs in Juveniles; therefore given the name juvenile Diabetes. Type one diabetes is completely random, and has to do with chromosome mutations. You are born with these mutations, but they aren't triggered until later in life. These mutations cause many other chromosome mutations, and trick your healing cells into attacking your own body. These cells are called white blood cells (and is ironic since they are supposed to help you heal instead of causing diseases). These attacks cause the pancreas to not function properly anymore, therefore producing no more insulin. Insulin helps keep your blood sugar stable, and without insulin, you would die eventually by an extreme blood sugar high (causes faintness, unquenchable thirst, and blindness), or an extreme blood sugar low (causes nausea, extreme heart beat rate, and uncontrollable shakiness). Thanks to modern technology, Diabetics can survive. We have to inject insulin through syringes whenever we eat or have a high blood sugar, or eat a sugary treat when we have low bloodsugars. We test our blood sugars by using a test meter. To test your blood sugar, you must prick your finger, and hold it up to the machine. The machine will then read it.

When I was the age of four, I seemed to lose a lot of weight. I lost so much weight I looked like a human skeleton. My mother thought it was just because it was summer, and I was getting more exercise. Then, she was proven wrong. I constantly asked for water; I could never quench my thirst. I had about an average of nine or ten bottles of water a day. That wasn't the only symptom. I would just randomly collapse at times, I felt like my legs were jello. Along with constant fast heartbeats, and blurry vision. I remember my mother being worried one day, and took me to visit my nana (who has type two diabetes, and has a test meter). It turned out, my blood sugar was far off from normal. My mother took me to the doctors, and the doctor seemed concerned. They sent me right to the hospital that night. You see, I never was that fond of needles. That night at the hospital was the scariest moment of my life. Doctors were surrounding me, saying stuff I didn't understand. Poking needles into my arms, and into my fingers. Those needles really did hurt then, and I didn't understand why I had to take the medicine back then. I argued with my mother about it, and told her it hurt me. She responded with tears in her eyes that she knew, and that she will try her hardest to always be there for me. I've now had this disease for twelve years, and I will have it for the remainder of my life. 

Every day, every three hours, the same thing. The same process. It makes me feel hopeless and saddened. It makes me feel like I don't have freedom, that I am just the number that my doctors assigned to me. I was bullied in school constantly because of having it. People didn't know the difference between type one and type two, so, the laughed at me, and said 'I must've been fat', or 'How'd you like all of that sugar?', or just plain pointing and laughing. I was avoided at lunch for the first few weeks, no one sat near me. I just sat there, at an empty table (I'm better socially now, but it was a rough time). But, I guess that's why I'm writing this article. That is, to inform you on this. Though, not all is bad. I try to maintain happy thoughts, and look towards the future. Soon, hopefully soon, they will have a cure.

If you ever come across a person with this disease, here is a list of things NOT to say to them. These sentences will make them feel really bad about themselves, or just get a bitttt mad. I'm not a sensitive as some to these sentences, but some people don't take it that lightly.

1. I could never do that! I hate needles (and blood)!
2. Oh, my grandma has that.
3. So, you must like sugar?
4. Oh! I feel so bad!
5. 'Diabeetus' or other jokes about the OPPOSTIE type of diabetes 
6. (Offensive talk in general)