My son said this to me last night while I was calmly making him test his BG for the zillionth time. I figured it was just the heat of the moment but then I asked him about it again this morning and he said it was true, very matter-of-fact. I know he doesn't want to die; he's a spunky and fun kid (age 8) with a million friends. But I'm a bit thrown by this. About six months ago he (again, in the heat of the moment) said things like, "My life is ruined." I called and got him an appointment with the psychologist at our hospital who specializes in kids with chronic diseases (and has T1 herself) but she is leaving and it's hard to get an appointment with her. (Frustratingly she lives in our town and has a private practice but does not take insurance). When we saw her in the spring she spent an hour with him and then told me that he does not seem depressed at all, but rather is grasping for the strongest language his little brain can conjure. Kind of like when kids scream "I hate you." Gauging by my own infuriating experience trying to find a therapist who knows what the heck this stupid disease is about and what it entails, I know it will be hard to find him someone good. But I'm going to try. I'll contact our CDE today for referrals. Anyone else have this experience? Any wisdom to share? Trying not to get too upset by this. I ****ing hate this disease.