Being an adult with a food allergy or intolerance makes things difficult for friends you haven't seen in a long time, but most of all when you date someone. Dining out can be a nightmare.
The level at which those with A/I have to go to checking menus and what not to see if it's safe or makes A/I friendly dishes.
The hardest part is when you have an unusual A/I that people think you're making excuses for. It's frustrating and upsetting.
On the eastern states there's this crazy little tick that has a venom that DING DING DING causes protein intolerances, which add that to a predominantly meat diet made for a horrific outcome.
I happen to be one of the lucky ones that also ended up growing into an intolerance. Specifically meat. Red meat, white meat, seafood, all of it makes me sick. Not oh my tummy is a bit upset or bloating. No I'm talking horrifically and violently ill, hugging the toilet and crying for the next few hours.
It's draining and as much as I miss steak, that kind of trauma isn't worth it.
9 years and still crying on the inside when people order the most delicious steaks and pork.
Not a choice but unfortunately it makes me a difficult person to go out places with, and I feel horrid everytime they remember. It's no-one's fault but it doesn't stop me from feeling guilty. Wish life was a little different
The level at which those with A/I have to go to checking menus and what not to see if it's safe or makes A/I friendly dishes.
The hardest part is when you have an unusual A/I that people think you're making excuses for. It's frustrating and upsetting.
On the eastern states there's this crazy little tick that has a venom that DING DING DING causes protein intolerances, which add that to a predominantly meat diet made for a horrific outcome.
I happen to be one of the lucky ones that also ended up growing into an intolerance. Specifically meat. Red meat, white meat, seafood, all of it makes me sick. Not oh my tummy is a bit upset or bloating. No I'm talking horrifically and violently ill, hugging the toilet and crying for the next few hours.
It's draining and as much as I miss steak, that kind of trauma isn't worth it.
9 years and still crying on the inside when people order the most delicious steaks and pork.
Not a choice but unfortunately it makes me a difficult person to go out places with, and I feel horrid everytime they remember. It's no-one's fault but it doesn't stop me from feeling guilty. Wish life was a little different
