For those whose families understand, do they want to adopt me?
I seriously wish I could. I sometimes forget how lucky I am. Not only is my mom dealing with my IBS, but also the fact that I'm a vegetarian! It hit home how lucky I am at Rosh Hashanna - the first night, at my dad's, he set aside some egg noodles from the pot roast (pre-meat) and I had those with tomato sauce, and there was also salad I could eat. The second night, at my mom's, she called me a few days in advance to go over the menu, to make sure there was food I could eat, and we talked about options. At Thanksgiving she makes everything dairy-free and chicken-broth-free, makes me vegetarian stuffing. (It's not like "catering" to IBS needs is so insanely difficult!) This year, because I'm excited about cooking, I'm helping out a lot, and coming up with a lot of ideas for side dishes and whatnot. I really appreciate it, but I also wish that such consideration from family members weren't so rare! How crazy is it to make food so that your loved ones won't get vionlently sick?! It makes me so angry.
ibs-a (mostly d) // vegetarian