You’d be mistaken for thinking it is a superhero name.
My son Philip is now an “auto injector wearer”. For the first time ever he will be responsible for managing his own food allergies and as part of that he’ll be strapping his medication to his body using an auto injector pack.
It’s the first time he’s been given the responsibility of carrying his life-saving medication with him and he’ll eventually be solely responsible for using it.
He is allergic to egg and the following nuts — cashews, pistachios, walnuts and pecan nuts. I know, all the good nuts. When he was little it was much easier to take care of him.
He was usually with me and I kept a close eye on him. When he wasn’t with me he was in the care of preschools with food bans that protected him. Now that he is in primary school, there is still a level of protection. However, there’s only so much they can do.
Take, for example, the day one of Philip’s “friends” chased him around the playground with a boiled egg.
Everyone though it was hilarious, except for Philip who was left terrified. I would rather see him chased around with a knife. At least that way people would recognise the danger and step in to help him.
Instead his friends started laughing and the teacher’s watched with those bored, dazed expressions they get on their faces during playground duty. Thus is the nature of food allergies, a so-called invisible illness that doesn’t seem to be life-threatening until it actually is.