We're struggling a bit over here.
I am struggling. But that's not what I'm talking about now.
Sweets is struggling, too.
Things are getting harder and I don't know what to do about it.
It started a few weeks ago.
"Mom, the kids in my gymnastics class keep asking what Dexie is."
"What do you tell them?"
"I tell them it's a monitor because I have diabetes."
"What do they say?"
"Does it bother you that they are asking you?"
"Yes. It bothers me a lot. It's annoying. I don't want to talk about it."
Today we had the exact same conversation - just replace the word 'gymnastics' with 'tennis'.
We're also having issues with testing. I'll ask her to come over to test and she'll say "NO".
Or with food.
If she's eating with friends, she does NOT want her snack counted.
Today we were playing at a friends house. Three hungry kids. They decided on goldfish crackers. The other two immediately dig into the box. Nothing wrong with that... that's what they are used to doing.
But that's not how it works at our house.
"Wait a sec - I'll get you a bowl."
"I don't want a bowl. I don't want you to count them."
Today I said that everyone would be getting a bowl and that satisfied her. The other day, the same thing happened but she was not as easily made happy. I finally had to tell her that if I didn't count them, she didn't eat them.
AND... issues in general. Waiting to be bolused for food at a friends house. He had run on ahead and I needed her to wait just a second. "I HATE DIABETES!" she yelled.
Today she was dropping fast on the way back home. I caught it and gave her juice. She was coming up... but she was angry. ANGRY. She cried. She hit a pillow. She stomped. She did pretty much everything you would think a five year old would do to vent their anger.
I'm glad she's not holding it inside. I'm glad she's telling me that kids are saying things and it bothers her.
But it scares me, too. And it makes me sad. It hurts my heart to see her struggle with these emotions.
We discussed things she could tell the kids when they ask about the Dexcom. I told her that it was ok for her not to wear it during gymnastics and tennis. Class is only an hour. It's not highly physical. I'm right there. I tried to talk it through and make a plan together.
I let her hit the pillow and stomp and cry. And then I pulled her up with me on the couch and just hugged her and let her calm down while watching tv.
I don't know what else to do.
So, what do YOU do?
How do you help your kids navigate through these issues? What do you do when they start becoming aware and verbalizing that they are different and they don't like it?
We need help!