You know what’s crazy? When I’m out to dinner and the people I’m with act like my food allergies are a bothersome point in their ambiance. That’s weird.
MY food allergies are bothersome. When my throat starts closing. Or I can’t stop sneezing. Or my eyes start itching and twitching and swelling. It’s superbly inconvenient when my kidneys shut down because I eat a biscuit. Especially that one time the nurse suggested I do a few rounds of dialysis.
I mean, I ain’t got time for that. But by all means. I could eat those allergic inducers when I’m with those impatient folks at a restaurant- they roll their eyes and and ask for extra gluten in their sandwich.
No. It’s a great joke. Keep saying it. It’s awesome that I’m not really allergic or intolerant to gluten at all. I’m allergic to wheat. If we are being scientific, we are all intolerant to gluten. It’s a man made substance. It’s a processed additive that makes everyone just a little chubbier. Not me. I don’t eat it.
I eat candy bars. A lot of them. Loaded with man made sugars. At this point some people are feeling like I’m a hypocrite. Maybe. But I don’t harrass people who DON’T eat sugar. I would sound like an idiot.
“Can I get a piece of cake with extra sugar?” What does that even mean?
That allergies have risen some 7004756% over the last decade is phenomenal. (Fake data) But should I have to explain all that because I have allergies? I’d rather not. And I rather can’t.
I promise you we aren’t faking it.
You know what’s worse than being at a restaurant with a friend who has to order her food weird because of allergies or food preferences? Someone who gets irritated by it.
The fact is, allergies have gone nuts. I don’t know why. They just have. If you do not have them, be patient with those who do. Trust me when I say it’s worse for us. Just be aware. Allergies are stressful.
Service animal trainers? Be aware. We want to be supportive of what you’re doing, but maybe don’t assume we all can keep breathing when you bring your dog near us at Home Depot or the bank or my classroom. And the lady with the bird on her shoulder at the store? Just no.
When my son gets sent home for pink eye but really someone brought their dog in to his class, should I really have to leave work for this?
I’m just saying, be aware. Maybe consider not everyone really has the same freedoms you do.
Now. I have to go eat a candy bar.
Just kidding. I’m allergic to those.
This article originally appeared Parenting Nonsense.