All too often I've lamented the fact that the Big Man and I are on this allergy journey alone and scrambling around in the dark. I'm a talker (gossiper) and would love nothing more than to have a moan with someone about this and that. With someone who understands what I'm going through and what life is like with allergies. Living life with the knowledge that your little one's lungs and heart could suddenly stop working. I have tried in the past to talk to my friends about it but all too often I get the feeling they see me as an overprotective helicopter Mum with a crumb phobia. A slight roll of the eyes and a twitch of the mouth is enough to convince me of their thoughts on the matter.
I was introduced to the Anaphylaxis Campaign by the Wee Man's school nurse. They are a fantastic charity who are: "the only UK wide charity to exclusively meet the needs of the growing numbers of people at risk from severe allergic reactions (anaphylaxis) by providing information and support relating to foods and other triggers such as latex, drugs and insect stings"
Amongst the many services they provide, they run workshops for parents and young people and also support groups. I'm so glad I've become a member of the charity but I was very disappointed to find out that there wasn't a support group near me.
So, I went and did it. I've volunteered to run a new support group for my area. Yikes! I've never, ever run anything like this before. If it were a testosterone filled company directors meeting, I wouldn't flinch. I could run them in my sleep. But a support group?
I have images of sitting alone in a dark, damp room with only the sound of a dripping tap to keep me company. What if no one turns up? What if it is just me, talking to myself? Worse still what if there's loads of people and they all sit in silence staring at me, waiting for me to "perform"?
The first meeting is in six weeks and in that time I have to drum up some people, otherwise I may well be making conversation with the walls.