Hi Andrea - sorry to hear this.
I understand where you are coming from of course. But say you were depressed and your son was worried about you - you've told the doctor or psych all about it, maybe it includes I dunno, problems with him or you've gone off sex with your husband - do you want them to tell him?
It works both ways doesn't it? So they haven't let you down - they are just doing their job.
Maybe you being over-protective is one of the probs? (I haven't a clue obviously so don't think I'm accusing you of that)
However suddenly being told you have T1 is one HELL of a lot to take on however old you are. If you have classic symptoms, in one way it's a relief to be diagnosed in that it means you might feel better and frankly you'd let them cut your hand off if it did - but then you swiftly realise it's a Life Sentence - if you have more than one brain cell. I was 22 and had been married a year, own house, good job etc - in those days you were automatically admitted to hospital, so I was there for nearly a fortnight and then came home where I was of course alone as my husband also had a job.
My eyes went haywire so I couldn't read, knit, sew or watch TV.
Anyway (not given to weeping unless suddenly injured painfully) I cried off and on for about 3 weeks. After that, it became sporadic until eventually I no longer had any 'Why me?' days (as I used to call them) - but that takes years.
Then of course for the rest of your life (quite seriously) 50% of people you meet tell you their aunty's next door neighbours cousin's brother had that and he went blind/his legs dropped off etc etc. This cheers you up no end.
Could you pass a message onto him? Difficult, I know. BUT I've been diabolic (well clearly the Devil did it) (NB I'm not religious!) for 42 years now, never been that obsessed with control though I never didn't jab and I never didn't test though tempted, always too scared not to - and I haven't any complications. Yet.
It may be because I'm lucky, who knows? But equally - he could be too - and he might only need to pay it little more than lip-service - just like you do your parents!
Any probs with the D itself - high BG, low BG - can ALL be sorted out. Usually by doing something fairly simple - just that you didn't know how at the time.
He needs to convince himself that HE is better than diabetes - and HE is in control of it - not IT in control of HIM.
As my parents used to say to me when I was growing up - I suggest you give yourself a good talking to, my girl! (Lad)