Welcome to our life.
It may end up sounding a lot like yours. Sorry for the redundancy or maybe I should say, Hooray!- someone else understands what it's like and truly we aren't alone. I guess walking together and understanding each other is not redundant...it's sanity saving.
I am a mom of a 13 year old man/child with type 1. He is beautiful, talented and incredibly hard to figure out.
He was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at the age of 7. Memorial weekend. And it was. I was both grateful that he survived and in shock, somehow knowing that our lives just shifted dramatically. Really, I had no idea... maybe just an inkling. That was probably a good thing. Reality in doses is always so much easier to swallow.
It has been a ride. Not one you really want to stand in line for. More like the one that a friend drags you onto.
Right now it feels like we are stuck on the" loop de loop" part upside down. Disconcerting and a little desperate.
I am trying to understand how he feels but he's not talking. I know... he's 13 and I'm his mom. I know how I feel. So does he. I have never really had difficulty sharing my thoughts or opinions. I try to keep things open and obvious in the hopes that he'll join in. Not so far. So I lay out bait and wait.
It's weird. Puberty and diabetes seem to have a lot in common. They both kind of take over, mess with your head and make you want to isolate from your parents. I'm imagining how it must feel inside of him.... two invaders fighting for space. Wow.
I may not understand how diabetes feels but I sure remember puberty. Oh, yeah.
I'm at least half way there, right?
More to come....
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