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We are 4 weeks into our T1 journey, Max, my 8 year old and the rest of us.
The support and love showered on us from near and far has been absolutely wonderful and humbling and heart warming and so so good. We feel wrapped in a blanket of care by most everyone, even a dear old lady in the Mall who demonstrated her kit to Max and reassured him (at the age of 87) that her life has been full to overflowing even though she has been T1 for 61 years. That's love.
As his mum, I am battling with comments and "advice" given to me by those that can only be described as terminally stupid....and i am wrestling to find suitably graceful replies and a way to stop the conversations before they rattle me completely off my very emotionally wobbly foundations.
For example, what do you say to the well meaning lass who says "Lucky you caught it so young!" (all wide eyed and earnest)
Can someone please demonstrate this "luck" to me, or why on earth anyone would think that having T1 at the age of 8 is in any way lucky?
Or the chap, who is actually otherwise a rather sensible bloke, who decided to tell me that T1 killed (and yes he used that word exactly) both his grandfather and all his uncles before their 55th birthdays? Why would anyone tell a mother of a newly diagnosed 8 year old this information?
Or my absolute best, the mother of 3 who wrote on my FB page, "so sorry you are going through this, makes us realise how lucky we are". Gosh, fantastic.
I am known for my acid wit as much as for my very hilarious outlook on life but I am at a loss with this lot. I just end up sobbing. And seriously, I can't be crying anymore!
Anyone else having similar "retort" issues?
Much love
Philly
xx
We are 4 weeks into our T1 journey, Max, my 8 year old and the rest of us.
The support and love showered on us from near and far has been absolutely wonderful and humbling and heart warming and so so good. We feel wrapped in a blanket of care by most everyone, even a dear old lady in the Mall who demonstrated her kit to Max and reassured him (at the age of 87) that her life has been full to overflowing even though she has been T1 for 61 years. That's love.
As his mum, I am battling with comments and "advice" given to me by those that can only be described as terminally stupid....and i am wrestling to find suitably graceful replies and a way to stop the conversations before they rattle me completely off my very emotionally wobbly foundations.
For example, what do you say to the well meaning lass who says "Lucky you caught it so young!" (all wide eyed and earnest)
Can someone please demonstrate this "luck" to me, or why on earth anyone would think that having T1 at the age of 8 is in any way lucky?
Or the chap, who is actually otherwise a rather sensible bloke, who decided to tell me that T1 killed (and yes he used that word exactly) both his grandfather and all his uncles before their 55th birthdays? Why would anyone tell a mother of a newly diagnosed 8 year old this information?
Or my absolute best, the mother of 3 who wrote on my FB page, "so sorry you are going through this, makes us realise how lucky we are". Gosh, fantastic.
I am known for my acid wit as much as for my very hilarious outlook on life but I am at a loss with this lot. I just end up sobbing. And seriously, I can't be crying anymore!
Anyone else having similar "retort" issues?
Much love
Philly
xx