Here’s the problem – a child with diabetes at some point becomes an adult with diabetes. It seems like there is an increasingly vocal group of us in this situation. Yes, we still have Type 1 diabetes even though we are adults. There is no magic cure that comes with your ability to drink or rent a car, although those are nice perks of adulthood.
Side note: I probably feel this a little less than others, not having been diagnosed until I was 21.
The ‘adults’ who went to the CWD conference last week in Orlando each have a few stories about either being mistaken for children or having people wonder where our children are. It is a ‘children with diabetes’ event, so if we aren’t one, we must have one. Right?
Since it would take a bit of a drive for me to get to the event, I left my home Tuesday so I would not have to get up as early on Wednesday for the focus groups. On Wednesday between two focus group times, Kerri arrived. I walked her over to the registration desk so she could check in.
She got to the front of the line and I was standing a bit behind her. Kerri gave her (new) name and the lady began to retrieve her registration packet. As the volunteer was walking over to the folders she asks, “Are you checking in by yourself or with your daughter?” and looks directly at me.
There was a stunned silence as Kerri and I try to figure out what to say. I don’t remember exactly what the response was, but I think she managed to stammer out something.
Not to give too much away about our ages, but let’s just say – for Kerri to be my mother, she would have had to be a VERY precocious toddler.