Sights. Sounds. Smells. They bring a memory, or a feeling, or a memory of a feeling, or the feeling of a memory. And most likely, this response is one that absolutely no one else can understand completely. But its ours and its human nature. We are impacted by events in our lives. We are impacted by mere words. We are impacted by others' gestures. We are impacted individually by things that others might find odd, but when looking at the groundwork that was laid before, might make more sense. More often than not, however, we can't define why the veins on someone else's hands might bring a sense of longing.
The hair on the back of my neck always goes up when I hear those words, "Well I did this (or that) and I was (or my kids were) fine." Every action has an impact. Some are good, some not-so-good, and some are damaging beyond repair. Of course, we can't live in a bubble, (and who wants to). We can't help but impact others. Its life, and we live it the best we can. We don't always know when a word or a gesture has an impact on someone's life (positive or negative). We are all human beings---and that's all.
My parents impacted my life with the good and the not-so-good. They were human; imagine that. I have wonderful memories. And I have memories of life. I know without a doubt that I've impacted my own kids (good and bad). We can try our best, but its a fact. We might say or do something that hangs like a dark shadow or a ray of sunshine for the rest of their lives, whether consciously or as one of those memories that occurs when they see a particular flower or hear a particular word or eat a particular food. And it often can depend on the roadwork that was laid before. One person's reaction to an action or event can certainly vary greatly even from a sibling's response, depending on history, personality, sleep the night before, medication, or the color of their shoes..... Who knows.
We do what we do as parents, as spouses, as siblings, as friends, and we hope we do well. We hope we make positive impacts. But we are human.
With all this----there IS something we CAN change. There isn't a single doubt in my mind that I would have been a more energetic, a more patient, a more everything mom (daughter, sibling, spouse, friend) had I been diagnosed with celiac and on a gluten free diet in a more timely manner. I would have been a healthier child, which surely would have diminished the parent stress my mom and dad faced with me. I KNOW how gluten affects my emotions and my health. For this reason, I have not cheated a single time in my nearly sixteen years gluten free. And yet, I wonder how many are experiencing what I experienced, affecting others along the way, with a lack of proper testing, diagnosis, and treatment.
"I ate gluten and I'm fine," is not a phrase that fits me. How many others? Far too many are being affected, and affecting those who are a part of their lives. 1:100 have celiac. Way more have non-celiac gluten sensitivity. Yet only 5% (give or take) of those actually know it. Why is this?
Awareness. Testing. Routine Celiac Testing! Ask for it!