Yesterday I read an article in the Boston Globe about how young adults with a chronic illness who go off to college, now have to learn to
cope with their ailment with out parental support. I read it with a bit of cyniscism (okay I can be a bit of a cynic these days). Horrors to Murgatroyd, their mommies and daddies aren't there to make sure they take their pills/check their blood sugar/go to the doctor without a helicopter parent. Okay, I am a real cynic.
Cynic or not, I do get the point. If you develop a chronic illness as a child, your parents help cope and plan how to treat the ailment. You are cushioned from the realities of being 'sick' until you reach adulthood.
But as an adult, your world is turned upside down with your diagnosis. Here's an example. I hate needles. I really hate needles. I can't look when there is a needle near me. I can't watch TV ads or news reports on the importance of getting a flu shot. Now I have the joy of getting shots twice a week. (My husband has to do them and I close my eyes.) I also need blood work every eight weeks for my RA treatment (checking for liver damage from RA meds). And I need blood work a few times a year for my (lack of) thyroid. I really hate needles.
This to me can be just as distressing to have needles stuck in me and are an uncomfortable regular reminder about my health issues. My husband is nice to me about it. He tries to make a joke about giving me shots.
Adults don't have the luxury of someone to hold their hand through all their medical diagnoses so they have to learn to cope on their own. Honestly, I think that young adults who have been coping with an ailment since childhood are probably in pretty good shape to manage their health because they have always been that way - they don't know how to handle a healthy body because their unhealthy body is their 'normal'.
I say let the college students have a chance to stand on their own two feet before swooping in and double checking on them. They need to learn to take care of themselves as any adult does.
