Rate this story When I was twelve I was diagnosed with diabetes and had to spend several weeks in hospital. When I came home I had to make frequent visits back to out-patients to make sure I was getting on OK. On one such visit several months later my diabetes had got out of control and the doctor was trying to work out why. Had I had a cold, had I been eating too many sweets etc. Then she turned to my mother and asked “Is he developed yet?.” Rather flustered my mother replied “I’m not sure I’ve not really...
