“The first time I did my own injections was a few weeks after I was diagnosed. My mum was going out, and she said ‘Dad’s going to have to do it’. I thought no way, because he’s squeamish: he might look away and stab me in the wrong place. So I did it myself. I was a bit scared.

I used to have two injections a day but now I have five: in my leg, in my belly and in my bum. It hurts now and then but I’ve got used to it. I used to have hypos once or twice a week but now I don’t much at all. At school I go up to the teacher, or put my hand up, or just walk out and say my blood sugars are low and can I eat something?

At school my injection is kept in the office. When my class is called to line up for lunch, my friend keeps me a place and I go and have a blood test. I prick my arm or my finger and put a drop of blood on the end of a strip of paper. It counts up your blood result. Then I go back to the line, eat my lunch, go back to the office, count up my carbs and do my injection.

I think adults sometimes worry about me. We went to the library once; I felt low and people rushed around getting me KitKat and water. They panicked a bit. I’d rather teachers just let you get on with it, because it’s really annoying when they go ‘Are you sure you don’t need any more?’

and panic and make a lot of fuss.”