What not to say to the mother of a type one diabetic...

I found this on the children with diabetes website...

I am the mother of a type 1 diabetic. People say some pretty weird things to me. Here is a complilation of the greatest hits condensed into one conversation.


I noticed you were checking your son's blood sugar. Does he have diabetes?
Yes, he does.
Wow, he is so young, and skinny. Is it the bad kind?
I was not aware that there was a good kind of diabetes. he has Type 1 diabetes. he was diagnosed when he was only 7 yrs old.
I guess he probably shouldn't have had so much apple juice when he was a baby.
Actually, I used to force sugar down his throat just for the fun of it.
My Great Aunt Trudy had the bad kind of diabetes. She went blind and they had to cut off her leg.
That was such a nice thing for you to share with me in front of my child. Thank you for that.
I read in a magazine that there was a type of moss found growing on the Southern exposure side of the Kapok tree in Brazil that can cure diabetes. Have you tried it yet?
Like stupidity, there is no cure for Type 1 diabetes.
If Halle Berry can cure herself, why can you not cure your son?
Halle Berry was cat woman. Cat woman can do anything. My son is not cat woman.
I saw that you gave him a piece of candy a few minutes ago. Should he be eating that?
It's o.k. There are only two things my son cannot eat. Poison. And cookies. . . . made of poison.
Do you have to give him shots?
Yes, he gets at least three shots a day or wears an insulin pump attached to him 24/7.
I could never do that to my child?
You are right, it would be so much better if they died a slow, painful death.
I guess it is good that he got it so young. That way he'll never know anything else.
You are right. I am sure he will never notice that his sister does not have to poke herself ten times a day, get shots, or weigh her food. It will not occur to him that his friends can eat whatever they want, whenever they want, without having to count the carbs or get a shot. Maybe if he were as dimwitted as you seem to be that would be the case.
It has been nice talking to you. I hope he gets better soon. See if you can find out about the moss. I bet it will help.
O.k., and if I hear anything about a cure for stupid, I will let you know. Bye, bye.