I went to see a councellor last year (my boss sent me) and to be honest, he knew nothing about diabetes. I worked on my assertion skills though and managed to reasure myself that i wasn't depressed. It sounds like a really good idea, one of the most frustrating things about being diagnosed is that there's virtually no emotional support. "Here take these tablets (in my case) and come back for blood tests every so now and then. Plus, here's all the horrible complications you might get if you don't do something about it." And they expect me not to be completely terrified?
I like your blog, i especially liked the surfer analogy. Yeah, some times i feel like "oh yeah, this is fine, i can live with this diabetes malarky, i've got it sussed." but then something else comes along and knocks you for six and you feel like you're back at square one again.
Rachel