<p>Okay, I’m going from the student side of this.</p>
<p>I have several chronic health issues. Because of the medication I have had low blood counts since it started, and I have pretty much no immune system. I have been this way since I was sixteen. I did not sign anything before going away to college about releasing my medical information to my parents. Honestly, I still haven’t, but I after a hospital stay I have an advanced directive on file that names my mother, then my father in case of my inability to do so.</p>
<p>First semester, I had my normal amount of health issues, nothing major. Since my town was hit really early with swine flu and my doctor had me take the medication when my sister got it, I was immune and even missed the large epidemic that swept through my school.
I didn’t share much with my parents. I share almost nothing with my father, because he has panic issues and tends to over exagerate things. At the same time, he constantly tells me what I am doing wrong (when I know more about my disease than he does), treats me like a child (yelled at me for leaving my school and taking the Metro into DC to visit my aunt without asking) and then asks for information infrequently. My mother on the other hand, in addition to having thoroughly researched my conditions, treats me with respect, like someone capable of making their own decisions and being accountable for them. So guess who hears when something is wrong?</p>
<p>My mother is still my point person when it comes to several of my home doctors. This is mostly because of her proximity to them, the fact that they are all still pediatric, and the fact that me dealing with every single one of them would just be overwhelming, but I’m starting to move towards dealing with more and more myself.</p>
<p>So first semester, any problem I had, I didn’t bother sharing unless it came up in the context of whatever I was already telling my mother. I had been getting frequent headaches, and I mentioned them to my mother and described them. She thought I was probably starting to take after both grandmothers who suffered from migraines.
Over winter break, I had an appointment with my usual specialist at Columbia Presbyterian. My mother comes to these mostly because of the location of the hospital and the ridiculous cost of parking. After telling the doctor about the headaches, she sent me to check my eyeglass prescription before she prescribed anything for migraines.
Fast forward a few days, I either have a brain tumor or am going blind…You can bet my mother was not only told, she was with me the entire time I was in the hospital. Why? Because I have enough experience with doctors and illness to know when I was not going to be able to handle something on my own.
Luckily it turned out I had the latter problem, and they had caught it early enough that it was still treatable. They put me on very strong medication two days before I had to go back to school in another state.
This semester, my mother heard a lot more. The medication made me sicker than my other condition ever had, and at the same time I had to get a 3.5 to keep my scholarship. She communicated with the doctors for me because I was too sick to do more than get up, walk to class, come back and collapse. A few hours later I would attempt some school work. I would also talk to her about what was going on. Mostly because she was the only one who seemed to care enough to listen.
My mother suggested a medical leave of absence, but left it up to me. I ultimately decided to stay.
By the end of the semester, things had improved greatly. I had even made more understanding friends. I got my 3.5 and now my vision is perfect. I never needed glasses at all.
This semester, I have taken over dealing with this second condition completely on my own because I’m now able to handle it.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, there is a big difference between kids who have had health problems and those who haven’t. The former, know what they need, and know when something is getting bad. The latter, usually don’t. Friends try to hide every little thing from their parents, resulting in them complaining about their health problems to me, and guess what? I don’t care nearly as much as your mommy or daddy would. They also aren’t experienced enough to know when something is a big problem vs. when it isn’t. They usually don’t know how to communicate with doctors either.</p>
<p>I don’t know what to suggest for you, but I know that kids are way more likely to give out information when they are treated like a person, not ordered to give information. Also, listing your symptoms again and again gets extremely irritating. Especially when the symptoms may not be too glamorous.</p>