How attached are you to your celiac disease?

gluten-free cookies with coffee

Sounds wierd?
Maybe not as much. Beacuse when you think about it, to be a celiac is not as bad as it may seem at first.
Let`s face it, we are the lucky ones - we don`t even have to take any pills.
Our only medicine is food!
Isn`t that wonderful?
Maybe it is not unusual that, over the years, "a patient“, (dislike the word patinet so much), develops a special bond to this very specific diagnosis.
I am not sure if it is normal (whatever normal should mean), but I used to be rather jelaous when I`d learn that someone else had celiac disease. My cheeks would burn and I would go crazy, not showing it, obviously, and I`d think to myself: „What do you have to say about that; it is my disease. Go find your own diagnosis and leave mine alone!“
Weird, right?
The fact that I was the only child with celiac disease growing up in my community, surely contributed to the attachment that I created to it.
My Celia and I were meant to be, ever since the start.
Still, I do not personally know a single adult person who was diagnosed at such an early age. And is still alive.
Over the years, (not to say decades), this feeling of jealousy vanished and almost completely disappeared. There are so much information sources on celiac disease today, books, cookbooks and this revolution in a way helped me to realize that I am not the only one. (Of course I am not, but tell it to my ego, if you dare.)
And of course, all that thought me to share my diagnosis with other people, which I do, very gladly.
I was concerned about my jealousy attacks so I checked with experts about  their meaning, and I was explained that it is a very good sign, that I totally accepted my gluten-free lifestyle and that I embraced it as a part of my identity.
I was relieved, really.
Unless, they lied to me. And in that case, it might be something really bad…