Struggling with anxiety from a childhood ITP diagnosis
At 34, I'm recognizing how those early medical experiences affected me
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At the ripe young age of 8, I should have been worrying about times tables, which Enid Blyton book I’d read next, and whether my friends were coming out to play. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, I was learning about the dangers of having fewer than 100 platelets per microliter of blood. (A normal platelet count is between 150,000 and 450,000.)
I was diagnosed with immune thrombocytopenia (ITP) in the prime of my childhood. At the time, I didn’t understand what that meant, but I could tell that something wasn’t quite right when needles were jabbed into my arm every other day.
I knew my parents were worried. I could see it in their expressions, and it still sticks with me today, especially now that I’m a mother of two myself. The doctors seemed interested in every bruise that appeared on my little body, so I became interested, too.
Soon, I was no longer able to participate in simple childhood activities such as climbing trees, making dens with my friends, roller-skating, and playing with balls on the school playground.
Growing up with ITP had lasting effects
It has taken me to the age of 34 to understand how that childhood experience and diagnosis affected me. For years, I wouldn’t have described my childhood with ITP as traumatic, especially since there wasn’t a single moment I could point to as the cause of my trauma.
Instead, it was countless tiny moments: the thousands of blood tests, the constant appointments, the monitoring by general practitioners. They all added up to shape who I became as a woman and a mother.
The fear I felt as a child has followed me into adulthood. Even now, if a new rash or bruise appears, my stomach does a backflip, and the unknown eats away at me until I have been professionally checked over. If a bruise looks slightly darker or takes longer to heal than usual, I immediately think, “It’s back …”
Daisy Souster was diagnosed with ITP at age 8. (Courtesy of Daisy Souster)
I remember the devastation surrounding my diagnosis, and I think, somewhere along the way, my 8-year-old brain learned a very simple equation: A bruise means bad news for my body.
My platelet levels have been stable for about 16 years now. That is an incredibly positive thing, but the anxiety never disappears. If anything, as I have grown older and become more aware of my health, my inner voice becomes louder.
What if this symptom means something? What will my next blood test reveal? Could this disease that dominated my childhood come knocking once again?
There is a lot of uncertainty that comes with living with an autoimmune disease, and it’s difficult to explain to those who haven’t experienced it themselves. I am only beginning to recognize that my health anxiety didn’t appear out of nowhere. It has roots in my ITP.
Acknowledging this has been crucial for me. Sometimes we carry pieces of our childhood with us that we aren’t necessarily aware of, but that eat away at us mentally.
That frightened but incredibly brave 8-year-old girl who was learning about platelet counts, bruises, and life with an autoimmune disease is still here. She’s recognizing that she doesn’t always have to live in fear and is learning to cope with it. After all, fear can hold you back.
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Quentin
Totally understand this Daisy. My wife's platelets count dropped to almost nothing at the age of 63 for no reason we know of. She was covered in tiny red dots on her arms and legs. A few days in hospital and a blood transfusion and she recovered. Nothing since then. Still a worry though. Thank you for sharing.
Daisy Souster
Glad your wife is better now. It's definitely scary seeing any sort of rash appear, especially one that requires a blood transfusion.