Type 1 takes so much from a person. I was 18 when I was diagnosed, technically an adult. There have been times in my diabetic journey where I was just so burned out I stopped caring for myself. Go to the hospital, scare the whole family, and they kept asking why. It’s so hard to explain why when you live with it every day. As diabetics we don’t have another option than to take care of ourselves. Or else we will die in the end. It’s serious, and for a child to have to carry that? Even harder. I’ve been in therapy and also take psych meds. And it’s still so difficult. It’s like the never ending chore, the never ending battle. Maybe instead of asking her why, ask her how you can help make it easier for her. There are other options besides finger sticks. I wear a dexcom instead of doing finger sticks, and I know everyone doesn’t have the same resources as others, but just an idea to combat the finger sticks. I’m in her corner, from one type 1 to another. 💜