Where oh where does the time go? It’s been many months since I posted a reader’s celiac rant.
I know somebody who has a friend with celiac disease. But they still eat gluten sometimes because “she must not have it as bad as you do.” Arghhh!
Do any of you have this kind of “friend”? The one who is gluten-free but not only does he/she do it half-ass, but they question why you take it so seriously?
Even if you do not, I think we can all relate this person’s frustrations.
This is a serious rant. Read on my friends.
Gluten Dude, I just found your website. I couldn’t NOT read it. It’s amazing. And then I found the celiac rant section. Extra amazing. If you’re up for more rants, here’s mine.
I found out I was Celiac during Spring Break of my freshmen year of college. Yeah. It blew. It’s taken me a long time to start to come to terms with the GF way of being but little by little I’m taking control of my health and making positive decisions.
I go to a very small college (700 students) where everybody knows everybody. There is only one other person on campus who (pretends) to know what my life is like. She has “gluten intolerance” and unfortunately we share the same group of friends. Now don’t get me wrong; I have a friend who has a real gluten intolerance and suffers severe headaches and acid reflux upon eating gluten.
The problem with this girl is that she makes me look like a high maintenance attention seeker when she’s the delusional bitch.
When I first met her and we discovered that we had similar diets, she could “talk the talk” like somebody who knew their way around gluten and I thought it was a legitimate intolerance. Low and behold, a few months later I was on a long road trip with some friends and we stopped at her place for a night to crash.
Me, being under the impression that she knew what she was doing, let her feed me. She assured me that it was all gluten free and I was a complete idiot and trusted her. I spent the rest of the road trip in pain with a frequent need for bathroom stops – basically a perfectly awesome vacation gone to pot – literally.
I confronted her about it later and she assured me that everything was GF (I had already Googled some of the things the day after and knew for a fact that they were not.)
I learned two things that night: first, that her intolerance was fake; and second, to take responsibility for my own health.
But it doesn’t stop there. Now that she’s infiltrated my friend group even further, she frequently appears at things like dinner outings. When we order, she simply states that she needs her meal gluten-free where as I have to talk to the manager, and send questions to the chef, and double check everything while diligently keeping the appetizer bread crumbs away from my silverware.
She simply “just isn’t that sensitive”.
Once when (at a restaurant that I trust) I ordered a flavored ice tea that I was assured was gluten-free when it, in fact, was not and half way through the meal could barely hold back tears due to the amount of pain I felt. She made a comment about how “it couldn’t be the gluten in the drink because the waiter said it was GF” and that I “was probably just reacting to the high amount of sugar” and that “I should avoid that in the future because the body just isn’t designed to take in such large amounts of carbohydrates all at once”.
It took every ounce of sanity left to not shove her gluten-free meal down her throat til she choked while screaming “now you know what gluten feels like bitch”.
Last but not least, when I was not allowed to be exempt for the school required meal plan and was forced to eat at the school cafeteria (whose GF options are Udi’s sandwich bread and a salad bar), she would eat all the gluten free cookies even though she’d be perfectly fine eating normal people cookies.
She doesn’t have to take a book to the grocery store to tell her what might be safe to eat.
She doesn’t have to take multivitamins in hopes that when she’s 30 she might still have some bone density.
She doesn’t have read every single label ever.
She doesn’t have to try and explain to her family and friends why “just one bite” is not going to happen.
She didn’t have to give up her favorite foods.
She doesn’t have to tell her boyfriend “thanks for making that honey, but I actually still can’t eat it because you used a shared jar of peanut butter”.
She doesn’t have to eat all the damn cookies.
So to sum up my rant, she’s the one who wants attention and special treatment and I’m the one who has to suffer more than I already do because she makes people think that Celiac is another term for needy and not a medical condition that should be taken seriously.
Dude Note: In describing her friend, you may even say that “She’s the One”. Yes…I will use any opportunity to integrate Springsteen into my blog. Holy crap is the below video incredible.
Need to Vent?
I hate celiac. You hate celiac. We all hate celiac.
With all that pent up anger, people need a place to vent.
Well…I invite you to lie on the Dude’s couch (figuratively speaking) and spew away.
There’s just one rule: Once you’re done venting, you need to move forward and put the negative vibes on the back burner. Positive energy brings positive results.
Don’t you feel better already??