Rerun, that sounds horrible I'm just posting to agree with Riki. I get that ALL the time and I hate it when people say "oh you're too young to be here" when I get to the centre. It's usually the hospital drivers picking up the other patients so I know they don't "get" it. I also know they mean well when they say it but in fact it just reinforces how tragic the situation is.I've only been on dialysis for a few months so I have no idea how you cope with statements like that Riki!
I was 26 when I started D and was teaching French at a university in Nova Scotia, Canada. A student approached me one day and told me that some students had noticed the "track" marks on my arm and were wondering if I was an addict. I was actually grateful for this person's honesty and it gave me a chance to talk to my class about dialysis and organ donation. A few students opted to check me out at home hooked up to the machine ( I ended up tutoring one of them during my first hour on) and quite a few wanted to know how to sign up to become organ donors. People often say rubbish because they're horribly uncomfortable...if you were a heroin addict you could go to detox and get off the heroin...getting off D is tricky too...maybe he'd like to donate a kidney so you wouldn't have to needle yourself any more (fat chance right?).Then of course you could make him feel really bad by telling him about how damned hard it is to be so young (never easy mind you, no matter our age) and have to go through all you do.
I haven't really had anyone say anything like what you've all experienced but I must say that I am tired of being treated like a four year old. I understand that my family is worried about me and wants to know how I'm doing but I am tired of playing 20 questions every day and its literally every day. I'm grateful to have such a caring and involved family, I really am but enough is enough, I just don't have the heart to say anything because I don't want to hurt their feelings or seem ungrateful.
I remember how frustrated I would get as a teenager when family and friends got together. All the other kids got asked about their college plans, school, their sports teams, their part time jobs, even their new driver's permits. All they ever asked me was about my diabetes. As if that was the only thing that mattered, and the only thing that defined me.