GfreeB’s inspired blog post in late 2014 about coeliac tribes* got me thinking about people’s reactions and attitudes to me since I was diagnosed. They vary wildly, from relatively new friends who’ve embraced the challenge of feeding me, to people I’ve known for ages who now give me a wide berth when it comes to eating.
*(I aspire to being a Purist, but as a busy mum of young kids and someone who likes a fish finger butty… Well, I like to think I’m pragmatic.)
Anyway, here is my take on tribes from the other angle:
A very lovely friend recently said she was going to try to buy gluten free food where there was a choice, so she always had something when I came round. I think that’s one of the nicest things that’s happened since my diagnosis. Another put in a lot of effort to make me a breakfast she knew I’d been missing when we stayed over recently. I’m lucky to know a few of these people. 🙂
This type makes no concession – you have to just fend for yourself. At least you know where you stand. I’m unlikely to ever get invited round by these people for more than just drinks these days.
The terrified host
This person is well meaning but makes me feel a bit like a leper. I know that’s not PC but there’s nothing quite like being singled out, is there? When they invite you round to a bbq they cook your food in the oven as they are too worried about poisoning you.
Really no idea
Having invited some friends round for Sunday roast, I honestly got asked whether it had taken a lot longer than normal to make everything gluten free. We were eating chicken, roast potatoes and veg!
People who think it’s a fad diet
No, I’m not doing this by choice. Not one teeny tiny bit!
Having strong associations with this tribe, one or two of my close family members are in the medical profession, yet when I see them at a meal, they never fail to have a dig about how fussy I’ve become. I know it’s meant to be a friendly joke, because being medical, of course they understand, but enough already – it’s so tiresome!