Ethan Greenberg explains the challenges he faces with juvenile arthritis.
At baseball practice, when I don’t run as fast as the others, some kids joke about my “creaky joints.” I laugh along, but inside, it’s exhausting. I have juvenile arthritis, and most people don’t understand what that means for a teenager like me.
I’ve played baseball for most of my life. But every season, I often ask myself whether I can keep going. Some days, it’s a real question. Juvenile arthritis is an autoimmune disease where the body attacks its own joints, causing pain, stiffness, and, if left untreated, permanent damage.
According to the CDC, over 220,000 children in the U.S. live with this condition, but it’s still widely misunderstood. Because the symptoms aren’t always visible, kids like me are often questioned or dismissed. I’ve had to explain my condition more times than I can count, and I often choose not to. Getting the right care is another challenge.
I live in San Francisco, where I’m lucky to have access to a few pediatric rheumatologists. But even here, appointments take months to schedule. In other parts of the country, families drive five or six hours to see a specialist. Some states don’t have any at all.
