I’m not gluten intolerant anymore.
So, 25 years ago some doctors took some blood from 6-year-old me. When the results came back they told my mother I can’t have anything with gluten. I vaguely remember not being allowed to have bread, but my grandmother sneaking me some once and my mother was angry with her. I didn’t understand then. Then 3 months later they took some more blood, and 3 months after that again, the 3 months after that, they told my mother I was fine now. I’m not gluten intolerant anymore.
Fast forward to a very depressed, anxious, bloated, tired, hopeless adult woman sitting in a doctor’s office 2 weeks ago, telling her doctor that she’s been from doctor-to-doctor and nothing ever helps. I named all the symptoms, all the different medications and it just never gets better.
So the doctor very casually says, “Have you tried cutting gluten out of diet? You are describing all the signs and symptoms of Celiac Disease.”
And a vague memory of a little girl taking bread from her grandma in secret, hit me like a hammer. And slowly all the dots started to connect. Falling asleep in classrooms and church, trying so very hard to focus. Coming home from school and just falling down on the couch and sleeping. Never wanting to really go out with my friends because it seemed like an exhausting thing to do.
Being referred to as lazy, unproductive, unmotivated.
Being anxious in every situation ever … Dropping out of school.
Right into adulthood, after work I’d be so damn tired, just flopping down on the couch and sleeping, unable to keep my eyes open. Pains in my body that I thought were unrelated getting worse and worse. Joints, female parts, anxiety and depression and the list goes on.
I’m angry. And right now that’s all I want to be. I’ve researched and researched this thing and I feel like if I hear the words gluten free or Celiac one more time I’m going to throw up.
But this is my life now. This should have been my life for a long, long time.