Agreed. A lot of agreeing going on, eh?
Just my personal perspective is that while services are greatly lacking for dialysis patients' needs in general, "social care" or "taking back control" is vastly missing for younger people. There will be some that tell me to shut up, deal with it and move on, that's life.
In all honesty. nothing feels like losing all control to be in those "best years of your life" when you have the concept of life swept out from right under you. One does feel hopeless and have no control over their lives, all the while friends are off "taking control" of their lives, doing what THEY want and boundless freedom. Meanwhile, a patient such as myself has to watch numbers and plan around 1) starting dialysis 2) dialysis itself.
No social workers had any answers for me, not like they could provide any, but they surely had no support. I was well aware that health-speaking, I was much better off than so many other people out there. I did my best to look after myself and live as best as I could but there was always that part of life where I had no control. And that felt like being in a hole, helpless, that I couldn't get out! But no, my social workers were overqualified and seriously overpaid (at least the salaries they received, gov't funded, not saying that is the case for all of them) form fillers.
One patient my age passed away but she was really bullheaded. She missed sessions, ate some pretty questionable foods and generally had a confrontational attitude. A nurse said that the confrontational attitude was a result of the girl losing all sorts of control in her life that she lashed out. That just made me feel really sad but I understood. I would get angry too... not because I was angry.. but because of this feeling of being "unable". But those were moments, and not a lifestyle choice.
The other thing that bugged be to NO END was the fact a highly respected pediatric nephrologist made the assumption I was not taking my medications. She made such an "educated guess" because my numbers were just as bad as before I started the pills. I said over and over that I took my medication but across the medical profession, there is the mindset: youth = non-compliance. In my case, that was not true at all. I understood that this stuff was serious! So, they sent a homecare nurse to my house to watch me take my pills every morning for 2 wks. Talk about a loss of control. The feeling that now I don't have enough faculties to take simple pills!
And this accusation of non-compliance and youth followed me up until last year! Speaking with my nephrologist, he said, "I think we got you over those rebellious years and your healthcare is better." What rebellious years?! I always did as I was told. I just jammed my jaw shut and said yes, sir! So, in the end, I learned some control... to shut my mouth when needed!
Throughout this whole journey, I feel as though I have had very little emotional support. As a result, I've piled it on the people closest to me, and I think they get tired of it! My parents sure have! But, any life is difficult, right? It's more difficult when you have to grow to be an adult and navigate the world with such an illness. And instead of people making decisions for me, the best thing that happened was being able to make decisions for myself. At least that way, I gained whatever control possible on what I can manage.
There are still big clouds, with transplant, that are still uncontrollable, but you learn to accept and deal. Still, I find myself mourning a life that could have been but especially thankful for the life that I have.
Really sorry for turning this into a rant!
But it's something that really gets on my nerves!