I suppose I should start by saying that I don't have many caring people in my life I can open up to. Everyone that was there is now gone, disappeared, places I'll never know about. I've lived a life you wouldn't believe, I though I'm sharing it on a website I've only been on for a few minutes, and anonymously to several people I don't know, it makes me feel better to know that someone out there will hear about it. I should start by saying that I was born May 8 of 1997. Some date huh? Well, when I was younger, starting from about the age of 6 to about the age of 15, I was sexually abused by my older brother who is now, currently, 20 years old. The hard part about it is that he is severely autistic and has Asperger's like no other. That makes the situation complicated because he has nowhere to go due to his illness, so he has to live with me and my family. It's hard living with the cause of my biggest mental scar and not being able to do anything about it everyday of my life. Yay. Well, when I was about 8, on the verge of turning 9, I was diagnosed with Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes. I almost died. I was so close. Type 2 Diabetes is common and more people have it than you know, but only 2% of the entire human population has Type 1, and it's the hardest one to take care of. The worst part is that this all happened while I was on a week long vacation to Disney World with my family and my grandmother who was paying for the whole thing. It was supposed to be the best time of my life. It was the worst. Now, even as I sit here typing this at the age of 17, I still can't cope with my disease. I feel different. Like an alien in my own skin. Everyone looks at me funny when I take my blood sugar or dose myself for food. They all spread rumors about me that I'm some deformed robot who has tubes and wires attached to my body. Give me a break. You're all high school students about to graduate. Grow up and get over yourselves.
