Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Gluten Brain Fog, Part One Million
Marcy and I were at the Chautauqua Institution for part of the weekend (more on that another time), and we walked down to my favorite part of the lakefront there and ended up taking some photos that I actually...liked. Weird.
Hellloooooo, GLITTER Kitty!!
I have Gluten Fog Brain today and I am feeling pretty upset with myself for it. While we were away, I thought I shouldn't bother the kitchen with my gluten free needs. I mean, how dramatic and attention-seeking is that!?
So instead, I thought I could just be careful on my own.
There is potential gluten everywhere, and I got some. I deserved it. I need to learn to stand up for myself and take better care of myself. I will never again not inform hosts that I have special and important needs.
Because this feels awful. Yesterday, I could barely think a cohesive, non-paranoid thought.
My gluten intolerance started very early in my life. I was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel by the time I was about ten. This is a huge red flag. As I got older, it started affecting my brain, which I was unaware of, and so I have spent my entire life thinking I am somehow broken or crazy, when really? I just needed to eat a bit differently.
To say this angers me is an understatement.
Especially since I found out that as early as 1959, physicians were talking about the connection between gluten sensitivity and things like depression, schizophrenia, psychosis, etc.
Think about that! Since 1959! Now...think about all the women who were institutionalized and then electroshocked or given crap treatments like "cold bath therapy."
Think about all the people, right now, popping pills and then not feeling better and blaming themselves...