You've probably heard or seen the story about the upsurge in diabetes cases in South Dakota.

The report from the CDC says between 1995 and 2010, South Dakota saw an increase in diabetes cases of more than 120 percent.

And the CDC also says that back in 1958, the rate of cases in the US was fewer than one in 100, but by 2010, the rate was up to one in 14.

I'm not sure what the rate was in 1962, but I was diagnosed with Type 1 in January of that year, a few months before I turned 11. Do the math--it's more than 50 years.

Now most of the new cases are Type 2, and obesity gets a lot of the blame.

But not in my case--take a bow, genetics. The disease was in both of my parents' families, so the disease had me in its crosshairs.

One of my co-workers is Type 1, and he's been dealing with it about as long as I have, and we agree that we're invisible.

Not that you can't see a diabetic, but we look like everyone else. You can't look at a person and tell, and what diabetic hasn't heard someone say "Well, you look fine to me."

At the age of 10, I heard things like "How does it feel?" or "You can get rid of it if you don't have it too bad." Funny, that never happened.

And then there was my favorite, from one of my close friends: "I'm sure glad it's you and not me."

Well, I don't blame you there, pal, but some things are best kept to yourself.