Emails, emails, emails. I get tons. And I love EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. But man…life is busy right now and I’m falling way behind.
So for the next few weeks, bear with me (or bare with me…could be fun…your choice) as I post emails from my fellow celiacs. If one celiac is having an issue, you can bet others are too and making these public can help those people who may be reticent to reach out.
Some people just want to vent. I get lots of those.
Some people want medical advice. I try to steer them to a medical expert.
And some people need an ear and some advice. Don’t we all.
This brings us to today’s Dear Gluten Dude. I must have gone through 9 different titles for this blog before settling on the one above. I did not want to make light of the situation, because lord knows it is not remotely funny. But I also did not want to come across crude. This is a family site after all. Do I use the word sh*t? Crapped? Did number two? I eventually settled for “pooped”. No offense intended. It is what it is.
Anyway, here’s the email:
I’ve been diagnosed Celiac for just over 2 years. Mostly I manage fairly well. My family is generally a great support system and great advocates for me when I am too embarrassed to stand up for myself. I couldn’t do it without them.
I recently entered a new relationship and it is going great. He is very supportive of my gluten free ways and has worked hard to learn the ins and outs of cross-contamination.
That leads me to today…I got glutened somehow, some way.
This morning while driving home from my new boyfriends house, I got that “I need a bathroom…NOW” urge. Of course my route home is all country roads. I did my best to talk myself through the last 20 mins of my drive but I hit the point of no return.
I at 27 years old…sh*t my pants.
I am beyond embarrassed. I can’t talk about it with anyone close to me because I don’t EVER want to have to see their reaction. I spent 2 hours of my day cleaning up myself and my brand new leather seats (I desperately hope they will survive).
I guess I just want to know, am I alone? Has this ever happened to anyone else?
It’s hard enough having to explain why I’m too tired to go out or too uncomfortable from something I ingested at some point. Now am I going to have to explain to people that sometimes I poop my pants?!
It could be worse…I think. Today feels pretty bad.
Thanks for listening,
Ok…first of all, thanks for trusting me enough to share this. I promise to keep it anonymous Betsy Smith (just kidding everyone).
It has not happened to me personally but yes I’ve had some mighty close calls (a few of which came after eating at PF Chang’s, which is one of the reasons I gave them up.)
And I know many celiacs who say they always scope out where the bathroom is when they go to a new place. Isn’t life grand??
I hope this is a one and done deal for you. Who knows, maybe it has nothing to do with celiac and something you ate simply didn’t agree with you. It’s not always the gluten that makes us sick. I’ll keep my fingers (and legs) crossed.
What about you folks out there? Is she alone or has anyone else shared this unfortunate incident. We’re all family here so don’t be shy.