I have a thoughts this a lot since dietary restrictions became the new badge of courage. I’m from the olden days where we were embarrassed and shamed for our shortcomings… My least favorite is the person with a dietary restriction they aren’t even up to speed on. Damn my toxic masculinity! Thanks, Dad…
It was pretty tough working at a bakery stall at farmers markets when people were just starting to jump on the gluten free train. I’d have folks come up to me and start screaming at me that they needed spelt bread because of their celiac disease, and I was a heartless bitch for not having any. Explaining that spelt actually has more gluten than regular wheat was not a good idea, nor was explaining that to be safe for a person with celiac disease, bread would need to be 1) free of gluten containing grains, not just wheat and 2) baked in a facility where the air is not thick with wheat flour dust, depositing itself on every surface. “Give me my special bread! IT MAKES ME FEEL SPECIAL!!!”
Those people also frustrate the hell out of my aunt with actual celiac disease. She’s basically had to stop eating in restaurants because there’s no real way for her to differentiate between “gluten-free” and “no, no really, we cooked all of this in a completely separate area of the kitchen with dedicated utensils that never come into contact with anything from the other side of the kitchen”
She has a couple of places she can trust, but just trying out new places for funsies is not a thing she could ever do.
A work in progress. When I notice it in myself I announce it so people, especially my kids, know I’m out of line, don’t endorse the behavior, and am working to change. It’s truly a struggle. But like GI Joe says, knowing is half the battle! Stay gold🖤
I have a thoughts this a lot since dietary restrictions became the new badge of courage. I’m from the olden days where we were embarrassed and shamed for our shortcomings… My least favorite is the person with a dietary restriction they aren’t even up to speed on. Damn my toxic masculinity! Thanks, Dad…
It was pretty tough working at a bakery stall at farmers markets when people were just starting to jump on the gluten free train. I’d have folks come up to me and start screaming at me that they needed spelt bread because of their celiac disease, and I was a heartless bitch for not having any. Explaining that spelt actually has more gluten than regular wheat was not a good idea, nor was explaining that to be safe for a person with celiac disease, bread would need to be 1) free of gluten containing grains, not just wheat and 2) baked in a facility where the air is not thick with wheat flour dust, depositing itself on every surface. “Give me my special bread! IT MAKES ME FEEL SPECIAL!!!”
Those people also frustrate the hell out of my aunt with actual celiac disease. She’s basically had to stop eating in restaurants because there’s no real way for her to differentiate between “gluten-free” and “no, no really, we cooked all of this in a completely separate area of the kitchen with dedicated utensils that never come into contact with anything from the other side of the kitchen”
She has a couple of places she can trust, but just trying out new places for funsies is not a thing she could ever do.
If you can identify it, let it go. You’re half way there already.
A work in progress. When I notice it in myself I announce it so people, especially my kids, know I’m out of line, don’t endorse the behavior, and am working to change. It’s truly a struggle. But like GI Joe says, knowing is half the battle! Stay gold🖤