It happened this morning as I asked Andrew if he tested for ketones this morning. We are experiencing a temporary "honeymoon" without insulin, but I still have him test for ketones. I'm afraid that one day out of the blue his blood sugars will just go crazy. So, I say, "Andrew did you test this morning?". "Yes mom", he said. As I was standing in the bathroom having this conversation, I glanced down at the garbage can and did not see the stick. I proceeded,"Where did you put the stick?". "In the trash", he said. "Where in the trash", I asked. "At the bottom", he said. Now, I'm looking at a trash can full of paper towels and dixie cups. I then asked, "Did the stick have to travel over, around and through the paper towels and dixie cups to get to the bottom?". He said, "YES!".
When we had a discussion about why he lied, he said, "I don't like doing that in the morning". I'm feeling a little battle going on especially since we have the celiac disease added on top of the diabetes. It just seems like he has such little control over things now and I become the dictator over his every move.
So tonight, the kids got some fire balls candy at an event. He knew that they contained sugar and could not have one. As I tucked him for bed, I came in close for a hug. There it was.....the overwhelming smell of cinnamon! I proceeded to ask, "Did you try those fire balls that I told you you weren't allowed?" SILENCE!!!! Cricket....Cricket..... I again asked, "Did you taste that candy?" "Yes, I just had a lick. I wanted to see what they tasted like."
For those of you that have been though this for some time, how do you handle these situations? I want him to feel free to open up to me and know that even though I might be disappointed in his behavior, it doesn't make me love him any less. I know it's best to pick your fights, but lying in not acceptable in my house. This has not been a problem until his dual diagnosis. Honestly, I can't blame him, but on the other hand, I just cannot tolerate it.