Similar to other people my type 2 is a result of being overweight but I also read that stress over a long period of time can contribute. No-one in my family has ever had diabetes. I think the a childhood of white bread everyday didn't help either.
What you said about stress is interesting Bananas. I was diagnosed Type2 two weeks ago ( still a bit in denial, but increasing having to accept the evidence of the blood tester every time I push my luck re certain foods which I love ) I am on Metformin at 2 x 500mg a day, but it's not really had a chance to kick in yet.
I've been overweight most of my adult life (now 55) and currently bordering on the obese. Also a chocoholic, with a weakness for all things sweet and tasty. So there are classic Diabetes triggers. But I also had a lot of stress and anxiety over the last few years, due to my mother developing Alzheimers Disease.
When it first raised its ugly head I tried to look after her alone (we were the last of my family left. I am an only child). But I wasn't very good at it, couldn't handle it, and had to put her in residential care. The stress of it was already causing panic attacks and depression. Selling our jointly-owned home to pay for her care added to that of course - a nightmare of time-wasters and let-downs.
Finally got that all sorted out and things were starting to look up a bit, when she fell over at the Home and broke her hip. She was in hospital at death's door for 2 weeks, and I really wish now that she had slipped away then, for her sake as well as mine. She had already reached the stage where she didn't know who I was. The night after I was told she was going to pull through I suffered a heart attack!
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For the next 3 years she was bedridden in a Nursing Home (never walked again) and almost a total vegetable. Just fed at one end and cleaned up at the other. A pitiful state and hard to bear. My panic attacks became worse and I became Agoraphobic as well. Would not leave the house for days on end, laying on my sofa reading & watching TV, only driven out to the shops by lack of ciggies and/or chocolate.
She finally died last January. I had thought that would be the end of my problems and that I would pick up mentally, but my sad and sorry lifestyle was too deeply entrenched by then and I carried on with my unhealthy and antisocial life just the same. Until a nasty boil thing came up on the back of my neck a couple of months ago and the Doc decided to test for Diabetes. And, to my shock and disbelief, there it was.
I am angry. Angry with myself cos I know it's all my own fault. Angry with whatever passes for a god (I am agnostic). And very angry with the Doc because the Practise Nurse let slip that high blood-sugar levels were detected nearly a YEAR AGO and nobody told me!!
😡 They put on record that I was pre-diabetic, but neglected to inform ME!
😡 I never had the chance to do something to prevent it developing (though whether I would have made the effort is admittedly debatable)
I'm sorry, I know you didn't ask for my life-story, but it just all came pouring out. Thanks for listening (if you have)
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