Just recently, I have come to realize that grieving can accompany the diagnosis of a food allergy, intolerance or sensitivity. Because when one receives such a diagnosis, it's inevitable that you will need to let go of that food - no matter how familiar, comforting or engrained in one's life.
The 5 Stages of Loss & Grief:
- Denial
- Anger
- Bargaining
- Depression
- Acceptance
I have many food allergies and have gone through the grieving process with each diagnosis, even though at the time I had no idea I was doing so. Now that I recognize it, it makes it no easier to deal with, but at least I better understand my thoughts and behaviors.
Four years ago, I was diagnosed with a soy & gluten allergy. Although I sought diagnosis, that made it no easier to accept. At that time in my life, I was going through radical changes, mostly beyond my control and I opted to deny the diagnosis. Not because I didn't believe it, I just couldn't handle it.
Fast forward four years...I'm finally pass the denial stage and right into acceptance & anger, with a little bit of depression thrown in for fun. I'm finally paying attention to the symptoms that have been plaguing me and accepting the connection to my soy & gluten intolerance. You see, four years ago I was handed a bomb shell, I was diagnosed with an animal protein allergy - that if ignored, would have dire consequences. While I had gone vegetarian by choice years prior, that choice was stripped away and I now had to abstain from all animal-derived food or ingredients. While the benefits far outweighed being chronically ill, the loss was no less severe. I never denied this (some things you just know), I never bargained, I didn't even get depressed, although I have had a private pity party from time to time. I simply went straight from acceptance to anger and frankly have remained there ever since.
And this is where I find myself yet again. Anger. I'm pissed off that I now have to remove two more food groups from my diet, just because my body can't handle them. I'm angry that I can't eat like everyone else. I'm angry that I have to find new meal solutions to replace the meals I have grown to love. I'm angry that I can't make a vegan version just as good as my mom's chili! I'm angry that being in any social situation with food just got that much harder. And I'm angry that I have to constantly explain & defend myself to those around me: friends, family, co-workers, waiters/waitresses...like I'm doing this just to be difficult.
But from that anger comes a sense of empowerment. While I can't control how my body reacts to certain foods, I can control the food I consume and thereby stop the damage. So while, I am mourning the loss of delicious gluten filled bread and veggie soy burgers, I find solace that I am once again helping my body heal and repair itself and thereby reaping the benefits of my sacrifices.
The Hoff
Source:
http://psychcentral.com/lib/2006/the-5-stages-of-loss-and-grief/
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