Our baby girl turned one earlier this year. Watching Cittie mature makes me reflect on the innocent phase of childhood.
Life was so simple back then. I believed games and toys to be major issues of the utmost importance. I stayed late after school and played with my friends. Looking back, I cherish the times I was free of chronic health issues, such as synovitis of the ankle or epilepsy. I could run and play all sorts of games with my friends.
I was a kid — always happy, without a care in the world. But my carefree lifestyle often came with a price. I dreaded feelings of tenderness in my ankle (one of my chronic bleeding areas) because I knew I wouldn’t be OK for a long time.
I often injured myself. If I remember correctly, I bled internally once or twice a month. I refused to admit that I was bleeding, which aggravated my condition. Denying my injuries was no doubt a stupid thing to do, but I was a scared little kid. I feared blood transfusions and dreaded telling my parents that I had a new injury.
Funnily enough, I remember internal bleeds being more painful than transfusions.
My dad often asked me what caused my ankle bleeds. I struggled to tell the truth. I felt embarrassed that I wasn’t responsible enough to be mindful of my body. Scoldings for acting like a kid frightened me.
However, my dad also told me something comforting. He knew that I probably got injured from running around and playing with my friends — which is what kids do.
My childhood was simple, but it also was burdened by hemophilia. I wrestled with the thought that I wasn’t a normal kid. I wanted to have a normal life and play with my friends, but I couldn’t overexert myself.
It’s plausible that denying my ankle injuries as a kid led to my synovitis. But can I blame myself for hiding and aggravating my bleeds? It’s tempting. But you can’t get mad at a kid. They’re doing what they should be at their age — playing, socializing, and exploring.
Maybe I should have been wiser and more responsible. But I wasn’t able to. Being a kid with a chronic illness is difficult. I felt pressured to keep up with my peers. I feared getting left behind and being friendless and struggled with knowing I’d suffer painful consequences for my injuries.
A nagging voice in my head tells me I’m stupid for being an irresponsible child. But as an adult with a 1-year-old and a loving wife, I’d like to tell that young boy that it’s OK. I don’t blame him for being a kid.
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