I was diagnosed in February or March, about 15 years ago. My sister and I both got a tummy bug, the sort of thing that kids get all the time, but I did not get better from it, just kept getting worse. After a few days I was really bad, my breathing was funny so my mum called the GP (apparently that was possible in those days lol, no chance of a house call in the evening nowadays) and he called the ambulance. I must have been annoying as I did not like the paramedics carrying me downstairs, I wanted to walk, and I kept taking the mask off my face as well. I was out of hospital within a week, I had learned to do my injections since I did not want to be in there any longer than I had to be. I didn't want my mum doing them either. There was one girl who had been there for months, she could not do injections neither could her parents, so she couldn't leave, I thought that was very sad and did not want to be like that.
My dad was Type 1 as well. He passed away when I was about a year old. He did not look after himself from all accounts, was fat, drank and smoked and did not do his blood sugars or anything. I think I have inherited some of those tendencies, I too am fat and do not look after myself. I don't want kids because I don't want to do to them what my dad did to me, leaving them too soon and passing on this condition.