I'm just feeling really frustrated. Every Easter, my family and I all go out to a restaurant for lunch/dinner and then go back to my aunt's house to hang out and play games and stuff (yeah, we're one of those families). So sine this is my first year beign diagnosed, my mom and I have been telling my grandmother and my aunt that we really should go to a restaurant that has a separate gluten free menu. It would be the only respectful thing to do. Because what else am I supposed to do? Sit there watching everyone else eat and have me sitting there drinking a water or something, starving? So, last night, because no one can decide where to go since no one wants to go back to the place we went last year, my aunt put the decision up to my cousin. There's only a few good restaurants around here that have really good gluten-free menus that neve rhad made me sick in the past so I really trust them. We told my cousin that we should go to one one of those places and she says that they all want to go to an Italian restaurant (which none of those around here I trust) and they're not choosing a place with me in mind. My mom told her that wasn't fair to me but she still didn't care. So now my parents and I have to miss out on family time and are basically getting pushed out of celebrating Easter with our family. Our family has every holiday together. There are even Memorial day and Labor day cookouts. We even occassionally have family game nights and all go over to one of our houses to play Catchphrase. But this really hurt my feelings. Because we all know that if it were one of my three cousins who had Celiac, there would be no question as to where we were going to be going. It's not like the places I can go are dedicated gluten-free restaurants. They can get whatever they want there. My menu is completely separate. It's just diffciult to accept that my own family wont even consider me and my health. I've explained it to them enough over Thanksgiving and Christmas and even then I had to provide all my own food. I had bologna sandwiches and Udi's bread and a baggie full of tostios on Christmas, while everyone else ate Chicken Parm and baked ziti. But that was different. That was at their house where I could bring my own stuff so I didn't mind. And the only person in my family who has my back in this is my mother. My grandmother didn't even care. It's just not fair that I'm getting this type of treatment. It's not my fault I have a disease. It's not my choice to eat gluten-free. And that's how they're acting like it is, that I'm choosing to eat this way and it's not for my health. I mean, I can't say I'm surprised because it's always been this way inmy family that my parents and I get look down upon and treated like the black sheep but I thought that maybe, just maybe, they would understand and involve me like good families do. Families are supposed to support each other and help each other. In mine, it's only if you're in that side of the family. That's the only way they care about you. They make me feel gulity for having an uncontrollable disease. It's just not right. Sorry for the rant but I'm just upset and hurt and I know this is a safe place to do just that.
AshBilMember Since 22 Oct 2012
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