Doctor's office. Where dad is diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes; insulin dependent. The thought of needles made me want to faint.
Being afraid of needles, the thought of the pain, what was being put into your body, I had to ask my father if the needles hurt. To which he always said "I'm used to it."
8 years later, I was sick with pneumonia. Always stuck in bed until late that year where a doctor said i was cured, to which I knew I wasn't I still felt terrible. Fatigued, always tired, and always thirsty.
Kept to myself about it until one day I was picked up by my grandmother and she noticed how much I was in the bathroom and drinking everything she had and she knew the symptoms from my dad called my mom
The following morning I went to the Pediatrician. The symptoms couldn't be clearer. My whole family knew what it meant, but wanted to make sure.
A few tests were done and in the following weeks it was confirmed. Type 1 diabetes; insulin dependant. Immediately my mind thought of the pain I was gonna go through, and what my life will be. My phobia is now my reality.