I don't want to start a fire here...but I just want a small yelp of frustration.
We had a great xmas: lots of family, lots of great food with reasonable control (lots in double digits, but short lived; several hypos, short-lived)... Lots of laughs and good times...
BUT... I come to the end of it all, at home, feeling that no one really understands anything. And no one asks. My son is a coper, and coping so beautifully, so well, so healthy, happy and thriving...So I think that no one knows and thinks to ask us, his parents, how it's going. Or what it's like.
It feels pathetic. I have very good friends, who *do* know, and who *do* ask, and who *do* understand.
I know that family often seem to understand least, all this business of the big D... But I can't help but feel a little heartbroken. Something has shifted now. And there are now things they will never understand, and that I can possibly never now bring up? Because it would be too obsessive, too self concerned, when everything seems to be going well. They would say, maybe rightly, that the worst is over.
Yet it's ongoing. On and on. We stay up until midnight when everyone else has crashed -- because we need to test our son. We try to eat earlier, so we stay up less late. We stress out when leaving the house with everyone else because the consequences of leaving without what we need are not worth the price. We don't say these things. We keep going. And no one notices, or asks. And I daren't say. We just 'get on with it'.
My family is truly smashing. So caring, so loving. And grandfather made a point of sitting down with E and telling him how proud he is of him. This is worth gold. But still -- a part of me feels so weary, so alone.
Sigh. Sorry. Does anyone else go through this?
We had a great xmas: lots of family, lots of great food with reasonable control (lots in double digits, but short lived; several hypos, short-lived)... Lots of laughs and good times...
BUT... I come to the end of it all, at home, feeling that no one really understands anything. And no one asks. My son is a coper, and coping so beautifully, so well, so healthy, happy and thriving...So I think that no one knows and thinks to ask us, his parents, how it's going. Or what it's like.
It feels pathetic. I have very good friends, who *do* know, and who *do* ask, and who *do* understand.
I know that family often seem to understand least, all this business of the big D... But I can't help but feel a little heartbroken. Something has shifted now. And there are now things they will never understand, and that I can possibly never now bring up? Because it would be too obsessive, too self concerned, when everything seems to be going well. They would say, maybe rightly, that the worst is over.
Yet it's ongoing. On and on. We stay up until midnight when everyone else has crashed -- because we need to test our son. We try to eat earlier, so we stay up less late. We stress out when leaving the house with everyone else because the consequences of leaving without what we need are not worth the price. We don't say these things. We keep going. And no one notices, or asks. And I daren't say. We just 'get on with it'.
My family is truly smashing. So caring, so loving. And grandfather made a point of sitting down with E and telling him how proud he is of him. This is worth gold. But still -- a part of me feels so weary, so alone.
Sigh. Sorry. Does anyone else go through this?