I am not
my disease - but to respect me, you need to respect
my disease too.
This is the realization that flashed through my mind this weekend as I read a Facebook post in one of my Gluten Free support groups. At first glance, the story is simple: girl goes to slumber party but calls her mom that she's feeling sick at midnight. But this girl is gluten free and brought her own snacks - enough for everyone. Her friend's father even gave out "gluten free" cupcakes - only they weren't. And when she gets sick, all he can say is that the gluten free fad is "all in her head" anyway. Even worse? He later tells that girl's mom his daughter deserves "normal" friends.
To Respect Me, You Need to Respect My Disease
This celiac gets real about being bullied for following a gluten free diet. Here's why you need to respect my chronic illness or disease - ranging from my need for a gluten free diet to my weight - if you want to respect me.
There are so many things wrong
with this story, but the issue that stuck out to me was the pure lack of respect
from this father. And, the more I thought of my own struggles with cruel comments
about celiac disease or my diet
, the more I realized they all have one trait in common: respect
If you respect me, you don't...
...steal a piece of food
off of my gluten free plate or eat my gluten free leftovers without asking
. My disease requires
and the extra time and energy
it takes to make safe
food. Ask first, and I'll probably give you a taste
- but don't assume
that gluten free food grows on trees or that we eat for cheap
...assume that we're eating gluten free at a restaurant because of a "fad" instead of a medical disability and not follow proper cross contamination protocol.
...equate celiac disease with thinness
. I am thin. I have celiac disease
. Those two are correlated, but one doesn't necessarily cause
the other. Some celiacs are overweight. People can eat gluten
and still be healthy. So don't say I'm "lucky
" to have celiac disease because I'm skinny or that it's OK that I have to stare enviously
at the bread basket because at least I'm thin.
...make me feel guilty for having a "high maintenance" or "picky" diet, even though I have zero control over my autoimmune disease.
...get mad at me for not being able to eat "gluten free" baked goods that you made yourself but possibly cross contaminated with gluten-containing pots, cooking tools or a kitchen.
...point out how "weird
" or different my diet is
, even with a backhanded compliment
like, "Wow! That looks so...healthy." I appreciate interest in my food, but sometimes it's better to just let me feel like I'm just one of the girls
enjoying a pizza and movie night.
because, sometimes, I'm going to need to change plans
. I'm going to be glutened
or have an upset stomach. I'm going to be extra tired
from a fibromyalgia flare. Sure, it's not ideal - but it's me
...deny my right to parent
my own child. Maybe my child has a gluten allergy or celiac disease
; maybe he or she just functions better
on a restricted diet. Either way, don't let your preconceived notions
about a certain diet interfere with my parenting style or my child's well-being
...lie to me about food ingredients. Would you tell someone with a peanut allergy that your brownies are peanut free since they "only have a little" and "that couldn't hurt"?
...see me as less worthy of befriending, dating or loving because I'm not "easy" or "normal."
I feel fortunate
that I've never experienced the bullying that this young girl has - simply because she's gluten free
. The fact that it occurred from an adult - a figure children are told to trust
- is even worse. For me, this scenario is just another reason
why members of the gluten free community need to advocate
for themselves 24/7.
We don't just deserve respect - we need to demand it. And not just respect for ourselves, either, but respect for the disease that is part of our everyday life and identity.