It appears that you are determined not to acknowledge your condition.
Ratter51 would not be the first to do that <raises hand>. I was diagnosed with my own "touch of diabetes" several years before I took serious action to manage it. And I know I'm not the only one posting on this site who waited to act -- sometimes for years.
My numbers were never as high as Ratter51's but my doctor never handed me a prescription for (or even mentioned taking) Metformin. My annual eye exam never showed evidence of diabetes; in fact, I didn't even mention to the eye doctor that I had it, that's how much I was in denial. I knew I wasn't as bad off as my long-time insulin-dependent (and, by then, passed on) father. I knew my sister was T2 but never tied her management of the condition to the consecutive medical events she endured. I wasn't losing a leg like my buddy, who barely controlled what he ate or the exercise he got. So what was there to worry about? Lots of people with diabetes were far worse off than I was.
It took a long time and good reasons (for me, remarriage and grand kids) before I decided I could have another couple of decades to live and that I didn't want to live those years with my father's retinopathy (and eventual blindness) or my sister's neuropathy (which begat not moving which begat worse diabetic control) or the constant infections my buddy suffered where his prosthetic leg attached to what was left of his knee. That's when I got serious.
Has it been easy? No. I used to be "Mr. Restaurant", visiting all the new places before they were reviewed. I loved to cook at home and was always trying new ingredients. Moving to LCHF was easier in a physical sense than it was emotionally; many long-time interests went away and I had to differentiate myself now, writing on the medical form that I had diabetes and passing on social invitations to pasta joints. To be honest, it's taken me some time to deal with some of that.
But when I realize that I am intact and my A1c is in non-diabetic ranges and I don't have the fuzzy vision of high blood sugar or the weird little pains of neuropathy and that my cholesterol is better than many of my non-diabetic peers, and that I can move much better than my neighbor lady, who is just as old as I am but in nowhere near my condition, the effort is worth it.
I won't deny that there are days it feels like a tossup. People have only so much energy each day and sometimes I want to put my T2 second. Or third. But I don't because I know the price of that prioritization. I don't live "the D Life" but I do keep my health in mind because this illness really can hurt me if I don't.
I don't want to see anyone suffer, either. The symptoms of poorly-managed diabetes are well-known and fairly prevalent. So it's hard to see people get hung up on semantic distinctions or to act like nothing has changed in their lives. I certainly can empathize that sometimes people need time to get used to this big new thing in their lives. None of us knows what other battles the rest of us are facing.
But there is a timeline. I don't think any of us can point to
the piece of pie or
the sack of french fries that finally put us in T2 territory. There always seems to be time to back away from the edge of the cliff. But someday there won't be and I'd hate to see anyone try to do heroic somersaults backward at that time when they could have just stepped back a little some time earlier.
Sometimes it just takes a while. But it cannot take forever without paying a prety high price.