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This morning I woke up, got myself organised for the day, headed to our local for our morning takeaway coffee. And then I ripped out my pump line on a door handle.
Which, all in all, seems like a pretty damn appropriate way to celebrate my twenty-second diaversary.
One day I might get good at diabetes. But I guess today is not that day.
Other diaversary posts
Let’s not talk diabetes or COVID-19 for a minute, and instead talk about the things that have been occupying my mind, making me laugh or perplexed or weirded out over the last week or so.
- This from Feel Good Eating’s Insta today struck a chord as I’ve been happily culling anyone who so much as hints at how disgusting the idea of eating more or putting on weight is during lockdown. Just stop it!
- So, it turns out that I do need exercise, and walking is the way for me to clear my head. In the past, all the incidental walking I could get done in a day was enough for me, but unless I actually make an effort to get out, I feel all sludgy and blah at the end of the day. (I think they are technical terms.) As well as clearing my head, I’ve been enjoying the stunning last flushes of roses across people’s fence lines. Gorgeous way to re-calibrate when I need to.
- I have new leopard print leggings and I don’t even know who I am anymore. I love them, they are super comfortable and I don’t care that my kid won’t even look at me she is so disappointed and embarrassed.
- Baking bread is THE most therapeutic thing I have ever done. Check out this focaccia I made the other day to have with homemade roasted pumpkin soup…
- Tiger King. Please talk to me about this. I have so, so many questions I need answered.
- HOW DRY ARE YOUR HANDS???? I’ve gone old school and using Nivea Crème, (you know, the one that comes in flat blue tins), to try to combat the ridiculously dry hands that are the result of the constant hand washing/sanitising. It seems to work better than the Aesop hand cream I usually keep handy, (see what I did there?), because it’s thicker. Anyone else have something else that has been working like a charm?
- Here’s something to read that’s NOT COVID-19 or diabetes related: My husband, the music nerd, has started a blog and it is excellent. You can read about music reviews, music theory, music instruments and gear, music history. Basically, all things music. You should check it out here.
- For the love of all that is good, check what’s going on behind you before doing Zoom calls! Unknown to me, this is what was on display behind me for the first week of working from home…
- I’ve never really been the crafting type; but making pom-poms is calming and a great way to decorate pretty much everything.
- Effin’ Birds has all the COVID-19 messaging you need.
I’m searching for silence. We’re lucky that we have enough space at home that we are not tripping over each other. We have outdoor areas to escape to where we can feel the warm sun on our faces, and can lock ourselves in different rooms when we need some space.
The noise in my head seems a lot harder to quieten. I have had to force myself to stop looking at COVID-19 data. As someone who generally avoids analysing my own diabetes numbers, I’ve suddenly become addicted to daily and weekly COVID-19 data. I have come to believe myself to be expert in statistics. (I’m really not. I don’t even really know what exponential means.)
Adding pandemic data to diabetes data is overwhelming in ways I never knew possible…
I’m avoiding a lot of online noise by not simply spending a lot less time there. I look for my peers online to see how they are and what they are sharing and saying. I avoid pretty much everything else – there seems to be so much needless chatter. I’m not really sure why some people in the diabetes world feel they have pivoted to infectious disease specialists. Sometimes, the best thing we can do is be silent, and not need to hear the sound of our own tweets…
We’ve been going for walks after dinner each night. Daylight saving ends this weekend, so that routine may need to change, but right now, it bookends the day nicely as we get some fresh air before we cocoon in for the night. Our usually bustling neighbourhood is quiet. Hardly any cars driving on the roads, far fewer people on the streets. Anyone taking their evening passeggiata keeps their distance and there is no stopping for anything more than a little wave.
The other night, as we walked, I took this photo. The timing was perfect, the setting sun lining up perfectly with one of the many laneways near our home – and inner-Melbourne version of Manhattanhenge. I stood there and snapped and listened. There was not a single sound. I breathed deeply. The world was silent. Perfectly, beautifully silent.
So, today I had a moment and completely lost it. Tears – big, fat tears – sobbing and ugly, snotty crying. I didn’t even try to hide it, which is what I would usually do. There’s no hiding anymore now that we are all living in confined spaces and pretty much on top of each other all the time. (Sorry to the neighbours if they heard too. Inner-city living means not much space between house boundaries…)
I felt a lot better afterwards. Lighter and less overwhelmed. I realised that being all peppy and positive was weighing me down – perhaps that annoying Pollyanna-ish exterior was becoming like an armour.
I really try to not do the whole ‘what if’ stuff. This was something that I worked on for a long time with my psychologist. Catastrophising diabetes isn’t a great idea at the best of times. Adding a pandemic to the ruinous thinking isn’t especially fun.
It’s not surprising that people with diabetes are talking more about how our mental health is faring in the current situation. Living with a life-long condition that is so demanding and has the ability to mess with our minds in the most insidious way already makes us susceptible to feeling distressed. Now, it feels like that has been turned up to eleven.
I’m trying to remember how I learnt to move from thinking ‘what if <insert whichever scenario was terrifying me at that moment>’ to ‘what if it never happens’. It took me a long time to understand how to do that, with varying levels of success. There were always scenarios that made me feel extra level anxious, and it was a struggle to try to be rational. I found that by allowing myself to think about the most worrying, scary and uncertain things for a set amount of time – giving permission, I guess, to the worry and concern – I could then move on.
It turns out that pandemics bring out the catastrophising. The end-of-days thinking is not especially good for one’s already stressed mental health. Thinking about the things that are happening or that could happen is hard. Hard and scary and terrifying.
This week, I’ve kept coming back to how the Diabetes MILES study showed that the number one problem area for people who participated in the study was worrying about the future and development of diabetes-related complications. There is so much fear of the unknown in diabetes. We just don’t know how it will all play out. We do what we can, we assess and try to minimise risk, we do the best we can with the situation we are in. But we don’t really know what is around the corner.
COVID-19 is that all over again. But with diabetes thrown in for good measure.
Today, I gave permission for the worry and concern to come out because pushing it away wasn’t working. It flooded over me and weighed me down. And then I allowed the tears and the sobs. I didn’t try to stop it, I didn’t try to hide it away. And then…then I could breathe again, and work on the things that help me feel lighter.
So, I’m breathing so deeply. I’m standing in the sunshine. I’m watching our littlest dog run around in circles because she (still) hasn’t realised that she’s not a new puppy anymore. I’m listening to my husband play music. I’m listening to my kid’s laughter because it’s my favourite sound.
And I’m still muttering to myself that this too shall pass. Not yet, and maybe not for some time, but it will. This. Too. Shall. Pass.
The other day, I went to a local pharmacy to buy some pump lines. There is one pharmacy in my neighbourhood that usually has insulin pump consumables on the shelf, so I don’t need to order them in. I just pop in when it’s time to top up my supplies and get what I need. I asked for a box of the lines I use. ‘There are two on the shelf,’ said the sales assistant. ‘Do you want both? You probably should stock up.’
‘No thanks,’ I said to her. I only ever buy one box at a time, usually when I am down to my last three or four lines. With the new box, I would easily have a six to eight-week supply.
‘Oh,’ I said to her. ‘You really don’t need to encourage people to buy more than their usual order. We don’t have shortages – that has been confirmed by Diabetes Australia and the Department of Health. Suggesting people stockpile is not a good idea at all.’
Are you stockpiling, or thinking about it? If so, I’m ask you to please reconsider.
I get that these are confusing and stressful times. I haven’t seen a roll of loo paper on the shelves at my local Woolies for weeks now. Other pantry staples are in high demand. And since the weekend, fresh fruit and meat sections have been almost stripped bare. Despite being told that we don’t need to panic buy, we’re seeing this behaviour and it is causing a great deal of distress to a huge number of people.
The last thing we need is for there to be the same situation when it comes to diabetes meds and supplies.
Here’s the deal: we are okay. There are no shortages. We don’t need to panic and stress. That has come directly from the Department of Health who has oversight of all drugs and NDSS supplies. It has also been communicated from Diabetes Australia*.
Where things have the potential to go the way of loo paper is if people suddenly start changing their buying behaviours. Then we have problems.
Think about it this way: before coronavirus, when was the last time you couldn’t find loo paper if you needed it? Never, right? And now, because there was some weird idea that toilet rolls were going to run out, people bought packs and packs of it. I know people who have hundreds of rolls of loo paper stocked up in their houses at the moment. I also know people who have been down to their last roll and are desperately trying to find kindly neighbours who will happily and readily spare a square (or two).
This is what happens when people change their buying behaviour and we really don’t want that to happen with diabetes medications and supplies.
WHAT YOU CAN DO
Be sensible! And don’t change from what you usually do.
What is your usual buying pattern? For me, I have always called in my insulin prescription when I open my second to last vial of insulin. That has been my pattern for years.
I buy pump consumables when I am down to the last few of each. A box of lines lasts me around six weeks; cannulas longer because I tend to reuse them a couple of times. I top up blood glucose strips when I’m down to half a box. (A box lasts me forever because I really only use them to calibrate, and I am rather lax at that).
The only, only thing I have a ridiculous stockpile of is lancets. Because: who changes lancets? And the only reason I have that stockpile is because every new meter comes with about ten of them. Plus, I think I still have the same box I bought 22 years ago at diagnosis…
I am making no changes to my buying pattern and behaviour and I would urge everyone to do the same. If people just keep on keeping on, we will not have shortages. If people start to make changes and panic buy, we could be in situation loo paper.
OTHER CONSIDERATIONS
We do have limits on our NDSS usage. I know I rarely think about this, because I never reach mine. I remember needing a special exemption when I was pregnant because I was doing a heap more BGL checks each day, but other than during that time, I have never needed to worry about getting to my limit.
ALL drugs and diabetes supplies have ‘use-by’ dates. The shelf life on some items (such as sensors) is shorter that on others. If you stockpile, there is a good chance that what you have hoarded will be out of date by the time you get through your supply. That will mean that when you eventually go to use them, they are not covered if something goes wrong (such as sensors not lasting their full time etc).
Also, if you reach your limit, that could mean that you are no longer able to access subsidised product, and you may be required to pay the full amount for them. For those of us who remember the days before pump consumables were on the NDSS, it suddenly makes running a pump VERY expensive…
PLEASE THINK OF OTHERS
When I left the second box of lines of the shelf at my pharmacy last week, I did that knowing it was likely that someone else would be in soon after needing the same lines. If you order two or three times more than usual, someone downstream is going to potentially have trouble accessing what they need when they need it.
Some people can only afford their diabetes supplies on pay day, or when they are running really low on supplies. They rely on being able to access things WHEN they need them and cannot stock up beforehand. Please be considerate of people in all situations.
If we all are sensible about this, we can completely avoid supply problems.
WHAT TO DO IF YOU ARE ALREADY STRUGGLING TO GET WHAT YOU NEED
Contact the NDSS (1800 637 700) with every single detail of what is going on in your situation. Provide details of the access point (usually a pharmacy) that has not been able to provide you with what you need. How long has this been the case? What are you trying to purchase? Have you tried somewhere else locally? (Remember that most pharmacies do not keep insulin or NDSS products in stock and they need to be ordered in.)
Also, please, please, please do not engage in online speculation of shortages online. This is what causes panic! If you have a personal experience, contact the NDSS!
TWO FINAL THINGS
- Keep washing your hands!
- IF YOU ARE STOCKPILING LANCETS, STOP IT. STOP IT NOW!! You KNOW you will never use them! And no one else will either, so they will haunt and mock you from your diabetes supplies cupboard/drawer for the rest of your days.
*DISCLOSURE
Yes, I work for Diabetes Australia, however I am not writing this because of that and have not been asked by anyone at Diabetes Australia or the NDSS to write this.
I am writing it because I am a person with diabetes who does not want to find herself struggling to access the meds and supplies that I need to stay alive, nor do I want any of my diabetes brothers or sisters to find themselves in the same situation.
No need to stockpile lancets. Or anything else!
I’m not in lockdown, but I am spending more time at home, and definitely avoiding crowded spaces where possible.
Cabin fever is going to be something that many of us have to deal with – more rapidly for some. I don’t really like being cooped up, and need to have things to keep me busy and entertained. So here are just a few things I’m doing to keep me occupied:
- Baking…lots and lots and lots of baking (So, if I can be selfish, I would ask people in my local area to please not stockpile all the flour, sugar and other baking necessities, because one of my coping mechanisms is getting into the kitchen and creating cakes, biscuits and slices!!)
- Homemade bread – this is new for me, but it is such a lovely and relaxing and rewarding thing to do
- Reading books that I have already read and love – comforting and familiar is good at the moment, but I’m keen for suggestions
- Netflix binges (Anyone watched Cheer?)
- Watching Nigella re-runs and getting cooking ideas
- Going for walks in the park with the dogs, and just hanging out with the pups. (They’re fun and don’t keep telling me how at risk I am)
- Cleaned out the pantry. (I know: odd, but it was therapeutic and very satisfying!)
- Effin’ Birds. Just do it – it will make you feel better!
I know this seems somewhat frivolous considering what is going on in the world, but sometimes, a distraction from the constant stream of bad news, and increasing numbers on a graph is a good idea.
And so, with that in mind, I’ll keep adding to this list, or do separate posts for recommendations. Help me out with book, and tv and movie suggestions. And recipes! Let’s see how people in our diabetes community are keeping distracted in the time of coronavirus.
Baking therapy.
‘Art is not a mirror held up to society but a hammer with which to shape it’. (A quote usually attributed to German playwright and poet, Bertolt Brecht, but actually first said by Trotsky.)
Using different artforms as advocacy platforms is not new. In my time working in diabetes (18 years), I’ve been lucky to be involved in a number of different initiatives with foundations very much in creativity and the arts. Perhaps my previous life as a musician – and being married to one for over 21 years – means that artistic approaches are always on my mind when looking at how to tell the story of diabetes.
When planning for the IDF Congress last year, a gap came up in our session on advocacy and diabetes awareness initiatives. Our Living with Diabetes stream committee wanted to look outside the box and move away from traditional awareness campaigns. ‘How about we get Appleton in?’ And that’s how we had a street artist from New York appear on the program in Busan last year in a session with the same title as this blog post!
At that time, I’d not met Appleton in person before, but I had come face-to-face with his artwork. (He’s on Insta here.) There is something quite magical when wandering the streets of NY to look up and see a bottle of insulin stuck to the wall of an old building in SoHo, or in Chelsea. I’d snapped photos and shared them to Facebook, wanting to learn more about the artist: Who is he? What is his story? What is the response to his artwork? After meeting him in Busan, and then again at a mutual friend’s place for dinner in NY, Appleton hosted me and my family in his New York studio one rainy afternoon in January and I learnt a lot about his work.
Appleton on W 23rd street.
But even before meeting Appleton, I’d seen the power of how different artforms have the potential to talk diabetes in different ways.
Australian actor and playwright, Alan Hopgood’s play ‘A Pill, a Pump and a Needle’ from a few years ago, told the story of three women living with diabetes. Chatting after a chance encounter in a café over coffee and cake, this was a quintessential Melbourne story! But it was also a great way to start a conversation with those who were lucky enough to see the play. I sat in the audience a number of times, then took to the stage to be part of the panel discussion. Mine was one of the stories that had been brought to life on stage and it was incredible to hear the number of people who watched the play and said that they could see themselves in the women’s stories. ‘Their stories are my stories are their stories,’ I would think to myself.
One year, my team at Diabetes Vic held an art competition for World Diabetes Day, asking children living with diabetes to submit an artwork depicting diabetes. The only requirement for submission was that the artwork needed to somehow incorporate the Blue Circle. I remember the way these pictures offered a most meaningful and impactful representation of life with diabetes – in ways that we’d not seen before. I still have one of those artworks hanging in my office. Its 14-year-old artist managed to perfectly capture the pain of diabetes balanced perfectly with the hope she felt. I’ve been looking at it a lot in the last week, breathing in deeply and letting her feelings of hope wash over me.
A number of years ago, The Diabetes Hands Foundation asked for submissions for an anthology of poems by people with diabetes. Selected poems were compiled in the book ‘No-Sugar Added Poetry’ – a copy of which sits on my bookshelf and is frequently pulled down and perused. In her introduction, Lee Ann Thill says ‘From words, carefully chosen, purposely arranged, emerges a shared experience and mutual understanding’. In other words, peer support through poetry.
And while mentioning Lee Ann… Diabetes Art Day was created by this dynamic advocate and art therapist to encourage people affected by diabetes to use whichever artform they wanted to express diabetes. I remember sitting around the kitchen table with my family, trying to show how we feel about diabetes with coloured paper, glue sticks and rubber letter stamps and ink.
Illustrator, Janina over at Miss Diabetes is absolutely brilliant in her depictions of diabetes. And, of course, comics by Claire Murray are still my favourite diabetes superhero tales. And my friend Weronika at Blue Sugar Cube, creates stunning pieces – her Spare a Rose designs were so gorgeous.
Click to be taken to Weronika’s Insta page.
Australian advocate Jenna’s artwork is nothing short of stunning. I bought one of her beautiful images earlier this year and need to get it framed so I can stare at it endlessly when I should be writing!
Click to be taken to Jenna’s Insta page.
Melissa Lee has combined her beautiful voice, brilliant sense of humour and story-telling powers to sing diabetes in ways that get us thinking, smiling, laughing…and crying.
As for me? Well, I create through baking and have managed to create some pretty damn fun and delicious cookies to mark important days and initiatives in the diabetes calendar.
And of course, storytelling is an artform, and I know that for me personally, that is how I have connected and felt supported by people affected by diabetes from every corner of the globe. Words have a power that can convey the very helplessness, hurt, hope and heartbreak that is real in diabetes, and as I frequently say, the stories people tell have always helped me make sense of my own diabetes.
Art has the power to reach people in ways that other, more traditional methods don’t. Health campaigns are important, but sometimes they seem just one step removed from the reality of real life. Art has the power to bridge that step and bring people together, and provide a fundamental understanding of the story being told, and the people behind those stories.
So back to the quote that opened this post: art can – and does – shape how diabetes is seen within and outside our community; it can influence how people outside the diabetes community understand diabetes, and within the community, offer different ways to think of things. It can start conversations that encourage us to consider others’ ideas; it pushes boundaries and forces us outside our comfort zones; it gives voice to people in the community who don’t necessarily want to use words to express how they feel. Advocacy using art can also cut through the white noise of health campaigns – often they all look and sound so similar that they are easy to ignore. But for me, I think the most powerful thing they give is humanity and hope to a condition that is often so misunderstood.
Diabetes burnout is real, and it takes many different forms. In the past, I have been burnt out to the point of a complete inability to do any sort of diabetes task. Other times, I have just muddled along with low-level haziness and apathy with and at my diabetes. Sometime burnout has been caused by such a deep hatred of diabetes that the very idea of actually managing it is impossible. Focusing on diabetes after a miscarriage ridiculously felt like a betrayal to the baby I’d been unable to keep. My broken body had not been able to carry a baby, and there I was still tending to it – to the very part of it that I held responsible for the loss.
Today, I am burnt out but in ways that are different and if there was such a thing as a burnout spectrum, I wouldn’t think that I am at the really serious pointy end. I suspect part of that is that those diabetes tasks that once seemed impossible during periods of debilitating burnout are far fewer these days. Having to refill a cartridge and change a canula every three days, calibrate a CGM occasionally, and change a sensor even less occasionally is manageable for me even while I am feeling the way I am right now.
The bottom line is that at the moment, I don’t want to do diabetes and that is a big shift from where I have been since using Loop. It is also a big shift from where I usually am after attending a diabetes conferences and being surrounded by friends. This usually gives me a kick of motivation and focus, allowing me to put in a little more effort which generally yields pleasing results.
Instead, I am a mere 48 hours back from one of those occasions of peer support and I am staring at diabetes with that deep-seated hatred that feels unfamiliar these days. This has not sprung on me all of a sudden. It’s been brewing and fermenting over the last few months. It’s a combination of diabetes being diabetes and some advocacy burnout that has hurt me in ways I never imagined possible. I’ve not felt comfortable mentioning it because what the hell do I have to be burnt out from? My automated insulin delivery device that does most of the heavy lifting for me? The CGM on my arm that barely beeps at me? The support of friends and family? The ease of access to any sort of health professional I need? My diabetes isn’t first world diabetes, it’s first class diabetes so why would I possible be feeling crap about it all? (Oh good, let’s add some guilt to the way I’m feeling too then, shall we?)
And I’ve not felt comfortable mentioning it because, apparently, I am so self-confident and resilient that these things aren’t meant to happen to me. Or rather, that is the perception that a number of people have felt the need to share they have of me. (If anyone can locate that resilience, I’d really like some of it back. It is AWOL in the same way my beta cells are, and I am finding this all rather inconvenient.)
This brand of burnout has been joined by something new. I have had a couple of panic attacks over the last few weeks and the repercussion of those has been to suddenly feel very wary about my ability to make decisions about diabetes – my own and how I read things in the wider diabetes world. I am back to second guessing myself – a behaviour that I really had managed to positively change thanks to devices that I trust implicitly. As it turns out, those devices are smarter than me and as much as I was a maths whizz at school, I am no match for an algorithm that knows my diabetes better than I do.
But the bits I need to do? I’m misfiring left, right and centre.
I stared at a low glucose level on my Loop for two hours yesterday, unable to process exactly what I needed to do to deal with it. The low was entirely my fault. I’d forgotten to change the time on my pump when I arrived back into Melbourne because I was dealing with a more pressing matter – namely, staying out of quarantine. (Airport panic attack led to me trying to remember how to breathe properly rather than making that time zone change. I felt it better I focus my efforts on minimising the effects of said panic attack in an endeavour to keep away staff on heightened alert because of a global respiratory virus epidemic.)
I did a sensor change yesterday morning and it bled all over the place and felt terribly painful, and instead of just ripping it out and starting again, I wept – at the blood, the waste of a thrown-out sensor. And having read not long ago someone refer to CGMs as non-invasive.
So here I am. Burnt out, overwhelmed and feeling broken into little pieces. Oh, and terrified to write about it because I am finding corners of the world that I usually turn to when I am feeling like this not especially kind at the moment. (Unlike other times when my tribe has been amazing as I’ve navigated the tricky waters of the burnout continuum.) But I’m sharing anyway, because it’s what I do, and my mess is my mess and this blog is my blog and so somehow this feels the right place to dump the chaos and clutter I am trying to tidy up and make sense of.
Burnout is real. This feels hard and sad and more than a little scary. And it’s a reminder that no matter how well we think we are doing with diabetes – and no matter how we seem to be on top of things to others – there is always the chance that it overcomes us. That seems just so terribly, terribly unfair.
What would you change about your diabetes diagnosis?
Mine was almost 22 years ago, but much is still fresh in my mind. While there is a lot I am eternally grateful for, such as the speed and accuracy of diagnosis, and the way I was easily able to access specialist care, there are things that I wish were different.
One of those things is the line-up of HCPs that was offered to me. Making sure I knew the basics of daily diabetes management, the importance of knowing how many carbs I was eating, and the impact of activity, were, of course, critically important to learn before I was sent on my way. But diabetes was presented to me with this very one-dimensional approach. It was all about the magic carb/insulin/activity equation. Get that right and all would be relatively simple.
I had the relevant HCPs that could help me get that equation right – the endocrinologist, the diabetes educator and the dietitian. This was the holy trinity of diabetes care, I was told. This was the team that had diabetes knowledge to share.
And perhaps, if I’d been able to keep diabetes all about numbers, that trio would have been enough. Alas, it didn’t take long for this new-to-me medical condition to move to my head. No one mentioned the anxiety and fear that started to accompany the distress that was due to not being able to meet any of the targets I’d been set, and feeling overwhelmed by just how much diabetes there was to do. Or the disordered eating that may creep into my thinking because of this sudden focus on food in a different way. Or the crippling fear of complications that was keeping me awake at night.
I wish a version of these words had been said to me: ‘Diabetes is not easy. You can do this, but it is not easy. But we are here to help you. And endocrinologist and educator can help you with the practical side of diabetes. Food questions can go through your dietitian. We have an arsenal of allied health professionals to think about when it comes to doing all we can to reduce the risk of diabetes-related complications. And if you ever feel that you are becoming overwhelmed or anxious or distressed, if you ever want someone to talk with someone about how you are feeling to work through what’s going on outside the clinical aspects of diabetes, we have someone here for that too. It is perfectly, perfectly normal for you to feel all of those things. It is also perfectly normal for you to not feel them! We can help with whatever you need.’
Planting that seed would have made those first few years – those years before I found an endocrinologist who did say those words to me – so very, very different. I may not have understood why I might need, or rather want, to see a psychologist straight away – I didn’t understand what diabetes was, let alone how it was going to impact on my emotional wellbeing – but I wish that I had known from the very beginning that I had easy access to a one if and when I needed it. And that it was perfectly understandable if I did.
While I believe that GPs, endocrinologists and educators all have a role to play in talking about emotional wellbeing, they are not experts in this area. Having our diabetes HCPs acknowledge the high mental burden diabetes places on us is reassuring, but they may not be equipped with the strategies to help us lighten that load. But a psychologist can – especially one that works with people living with diabetes or other chronic health conditions. Plus, I repeatedly see HCPs say that they don’t have time as it is to ask about mental wellbeing, because there is already so much to do in the allotted appointment time.
Here’s the thing: so, so many people with diabetes are not reaching targets. Now, while I don’t agree with measuring diabetes success on numbers, that is still the way that it is done in many settings. And with that in mind, so many of us are above recommended glucose levels and our A1cs don’t even closely resemble what guidelines tell us to aim for. Clearly what we are doing now isn’t working, in fact, I’ll be so bold as to suggest that the current standard HCP line up is not necessarily best for PWD. Would adding a psychologist to the mix help? Would the expertise a psychologist can offer to help us learn how to address behaviour change, distress, anxiety result in not only feeling better about diabetes overall, but also improve those other measures?
I am not for a second suggesting that everyone with diabetes should have to see a psychologist. I don’t think that PWD should have to see any HCP they don’t believe is helping. But I do believe that we should be able to access a psychologist as easily and readily as we can any other diabetes HCP. Psychologists should be integral in multidisciplinary teams in diabetes clinics in the same way that educators, dietitians and endocrinologists are.
In my experience, it wasn’t until I started working with a psychologist that I got any benefit from seeing the rest of the diabetes team. Go check out the hashtag #DiabetesPsychologyMatters for some more commentary on this from PWD, psychologists and clinicians. It’s already gaining momentum, but I think it’s time that it really took off…
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