I see a lot of eugenicists posting on celiacs posts about how they don't have pure genetics or whatever. You do realize celiacs largely impacts Europeans? And mostly northern ones?
If you have celiac and buy the brand Van’s for their waffles, please know that 9 days ago there was a recall because some of the packages of the gluten free waffles may contain “undeclared” wheat. And if you have celiac, you know “may” might as well mean “does”.
This recall only applies to boxes with the matching lot codes and numbers, and do not pertain to other products that Van’s has to offer. These boxes were distributed in AZ, CA, FL, GA, IL, NC, & WA. Please check your boxes immediately to ensure your own safety and save yourself the painful reactions to gluten. It’s advised the purchased packages be either thrown out (or given to someone who can eat wheat so as not to waste it) or return the product to where you’ve purchased it from.
“The U.S. Food & Drug Administration website published the recall July 3. It applies to certain packs of Van's Gluten Free Original Waffles with lot code UW40193L, expiration date Jan. 19, 2024, and UPC 0 89947 30206 4. According to the Van's recall, some of the packs of waffles may contain undeclared wheat.”
Hey, my fellow Jews with food restriction issues and eating disorders. I see you. I know it can be triggering to have to deal with elaborate food restrictions, and I know that oftentimes people who don't have to deal with this all the time can be really dismissive of how hard this can be for us.
It really isn't the same for someone with celiac or someone in recovery for ED as it is for people not grappling with that, and it's okay if it's too much and you lose your shit or fuck up and eat something you "shouldn't." It's okay if it's really really hard and you feel alone.
You aren't alone, and this isn't supposed to hurt. Please take care of yourself first, body and soul. You can't make it to next year, wherever you may be then, if you don't take care of yourself first, okay?
HaShem does not command us to hurt ourselves, and in fact commands the opposite.
Get rid of the Pharoah in your head whose hard heart asks you to hurt yourself. Be free. It's okay.
Tried a new restaurant yesterday and got burned. 🫠 But at least I can show y'all what I do for flareups. Part of why I like having tinctures on hand is because it makes it easier to grab something when I feel bad.
I hope this helps y'all next time you have tummy troubles!
thinking about how having celiac disease encourages developing an eating disorder, and how little is done to combat that. we know, we know, the likelihood of developing an eating disorder is doubled after a diagnoses but, unavoidably, the entire treatment plan for celiacs encourages disordered eating. the absolute mistrust in food prepared by others, the difficulty of obtaining safe food, the ritualistic and justified obsession with cleanliness and what other foods have been in the kitchen and can i see the label and where did this come from and who touched this. the fact that any mistake can mean anything from days of pain or vomiting to hospitalization depending on the person.
the obsession is so justified and so dangerous. i love food, i love eating, and even i fall into the traps. i’ll decide, especially if traveling, that skipping meals is less effort than trying to eat. i’ll sometimes refuse to eat with friends and family because trying to accommodate myself is too much work for even me. i don’t want to go places or travel because it makes eating too hard.
i don’t know. I’m just thinking about that post about how anyone can develop an addiction (to more than just drugs) and it’s important to recognize what it looks like & thinking about how many celiacs i meet whose relationship to food is even more abysmal than mine
was talking about food w my coworker and at one point i was like "oh i can't eat that" about something and got in response "oh good for you!" to which i had to explain no i am not dieting i just have celiac. and she kept trying to frame it as a good thing bc, i guess, it must protect me from eating Bad foods. and god. for crying out loud. a) hate hate hate that congratulating someone for not eating things is an acceptable line of conversation b) the idea that celiac is good actually bc "really shouldn't we all be eating fewer carbs" misses the point quite badly - celiac disease does not at all mean that you can't eat carbs or sweets, you just have to eat ones without gluten (which ironically! are often even more sugary and high-carb than the originals!) and also no, ffs, you don't need to eat fewer carbs! you do not! it's fine! c) it is rly fucking difficult to talk about food w people who assume that the less of it you eat the better when you are also trying to recover from disordered eating, like yea at one point i agreed w you! and i stopped eating carbs for a year! and it did me a lot of damage, thanks! d) i know she did not mean anything bad w all this, but rather genuinely meant it as a compliment that i would be choosing not to eat cake. and genuinely meant that celiac might be an advantage in getting a better grade in dieting or something. and somehow the good intentions make it worse and i fucking hate that we're so inured to how awful it is to think this way
Thinking of all of us with food restrictions and difficulties this holiday season. I hope all of you have a season full of joy, relaxation, and comfort.
i wonder how many people on fad diets like paleo or keto are people with digestive disorders and such that aren't given a diagnosis or anything to help them with the genuine food issues they have.
A good source if you’re starting out. A document provided by the Victorian government (state government in Australia, so is a pretty reliable source). It further explains the allergen statements, use the link here if you want to view the whole page.
Celiac has forced me to spend a lot of time in bathrooms, being sick or waiting to be sick.
It hurts to stand, and bathrooms are sometimes the only room in a building where I can sit down.
I’m trans and have had people ask me if I was in the wrong bathroom, or ask me to leave the bathroom. I used to know where all the gender neutral bathrooms on my college campus were.
When I had spinal stenosis the bathroom was the only place I would walk or crawl, for months, except for rare and very painful rides to the hospital.
When I was growing up, the bathroom doors were the only doors in the house I could lock.
When I had an eating disorder, bathrooms were where I threw up.
A bathroom is a safe place to rest and be alone, until someone starts banging on the door. Other people need to shit too.