Yes - it may well be 42+ years since I was diagnosed Mr M - but believe you me I do remember the diagnosis blues very well. And can tell you it does get better as time goes on, as you learn how to deal with D and he just becomes a companion rather than a sworn enemy.
As I see it, it's like this. I can't win, there is no cure, so I'm stuck with it. So although it never stopped me, and no doubt it won't stop anyone else! - there was absolutely no point whatsoever in me sitting there in floods of tears wailing Why ME? Sounds pathetic, LOL
But it is sort-of, necessary. Like any other bereavement, you do have to grieve properly for the deceased (in this case the Beta cells in my pancreas) and until you do that, it may be difficult to move on. I do actually draw some comparisons with when my dad died actually. He was seriously ill. He wasn't going to recover and he didn't. I was kind-of OK with that. But when it hit me was just when I wasn't thinking about it at all - something right daft would happen and I'd automatically think - Oh I must tell dad about that, he'll laugh like a drain! cos we had a shared sense of humour about 'stuff'. And then I would burst into tears and not know what to do cos I realised a split second later I could no longer do that thing.
Well I haven't had thoughts like that for years now about either of the two Ds.
So anyway, this new lifetime companion. Best to live in harmony with him I think, although I wouldn't want him to have the upper hand. So I need to know as much as I can cram into my brain about the way he works and lives, so as to avoid unnecessarily upsetting him, so we can each get on with our own lives with the minimum of fuss.
Yes?
Bit like being married to 2 husbands really! LOL And you know what they are like if their dinner isn't ready ..... or you aren't