Hi everyone, just thought I'd introduce myself, considering I'm not even sure I'm in the right place. Everything I'm about to say I realize I may just be reiterating what everyone here has felt, or is feeling. I just have no one else to talk to about this sort of thing so I feel I must get it off my chest. My daughter is 6 and was diagnosed at 2, so for 4 years she has had to put up with the ignorance of others who have no clue how hard this is, but make their petty, infuriating comments just the same. While I feel like punching every damn one of them in the face, I don't. For her sake. I'm angry. All the time. I hate this disease, with everything inside me. It's especially hard when we go out and she see's other kids her age enjoying "satan's snacks" without having to be checked and I hear her say "Dad.. I wish I wasn't a diabetic." I want to grab her, hug her tight and cry, But I don't. I can't. I have to be strong for all of us. I have to pretend like they're the ones who are suffering. As I reply "I know honey, but think of it this way. When that kid grows up to be a 450lb adult, they'll be saying "man. I wish I would have eaten better when I was a kid." If you met me in person I don't seem angry at all, I'm probably the least serious seeming person you could ever meet. But, deep inside I'm clinched up, wanting nothing more then to lash out at the entire world for doing this to my little girl. Even though I realize how irrational that seems, obviously it isn't the world's fault. But, people who don't have to check sugars 10 times a day, replace an infusion set at 3 am in the morning. (or worse still, being awaken to the sounds of vomiting, and large ketones because her tubing got pinched) Like everyone of you have at some point I just wish I could do that thing from the Green Mile, take this horrible affliction from her and instill it in myself. I'm an adult, I've had my time to live a life. She hasn't, and it breaks my heart. More then I could ever let her know.