I think I have seen the first signs of “I hate diabetes” from my son in a very long time. When he was first diagnosed, the new life of testing, injecting and specific eating was foreign to him and he rebelled by throwing up and refusing to eat. It was his way of gaining control at two years old.
My son is much older now. He has lived with this disease for most of his life. He has been great all things considered. He has done what he must for the most part. He has tried to ignore it as often as possible but he knows that he has his mother to rely on for help. He tries to be just a normal kid who does not like to draw attention to himself or diabetes.
Recently his report card came home with less than stellar remarks. The marks were varied but most were not up to his standard. The comments were not at all what I expected of my son. I was terribly disappointed. He knew he had to do better. He had messed up. The discussion was very emotional for both of us.
I reminded him that a full-time career in a dead-end job was not just beneath his potential but harmful to his health. He needed to focus on getting a good job that will allow him look after his health care needs. Diabetes would partially dictate his career choices. For the first time, I think that sadly hit home. He was not happy.
|Teen attitude…this picture really captures it!|
Our latest diabetes clinic appointment occurred the day after the report card mayhem. At the clinic he was very surly and not at all like himself. We hate the long wait times and he was miserable. While he was polite when they asked him questions, when we were alone he was seething. Any class in school was better than sitting and waiting. Going back to injections was preferable to seeing his team every quarter. How long did he have to do this for? A lifetime? That was insane. He was having no part of this.
My heart broke. How do I help? How do I fix the attitude? Will it pass? Is this just a phase? What will happen later in life when he is fed up like this? Will he quit and negate his health? I have to believe not. I have to believe that he will fuss and complain but the results of non-compliance on his body will put him back on the straight and narrow.
I never liked adolescence when I went through it. I dreaded it when my oldest son began his journey and it has not improved for my youngest son. I know we will survive, but oh the bumps and bruises we may have along the way!