I could have done it

It was a summer evening, maybe five or six years ago.
It was around the time I had just been diagnosed with diabetes.
There was some conflict between me and my mum.
She was worried about me, naturally.
At the same time, I wanted to be as normal a person as possible.
I wanted to go out and be with my friends, just like before.
We would usually stay at a friend's log cabin during a football tournament that was on where I live.
We would stay up all night and go to bed around five
in the morning.
Then when I was diagnosed with diabetes, this wasn't possible anymore.
Mum was too worried. I could be there all evening but was not allowed to sleep over.
I had to go home to sleep.
I then got to go back in the morning at seven,
before my friends had woken up, and bed down with them.
It wasn't the same thing.
My diabetes messed it up.
I didn't get to sleep over like I had always done.
I wish that mum could have let me show that I was able to handle it.
That she would have let me do things and prove that I actually could take responsibility, take care of myself.
I know that I could have done it.
Shown her then that everything was fine, that I could do good.

/Rebecka, 18 years old