My story continues - School years
Fast forward to just after my fourth birthday. On a regular visit to the doctors it was suggested that I may have outgrown the Coeliac and she was told to try me back on a normal diet. (It is now known that this does not happen. You have it for life).
My mother did as instructed, and I was introduced to all the foods that I had been denied before.
I thought all my Christmases had come at once. Cakes, biscuits, pies were no longer forbidden. I relished in all the new tastes and textures. REAL bread tasted so much better than the "cardboard" that I was used to, which came out of a red, cylindrical can! I could go to my friends birthday parties and actually eat the food. I felt one of them instead of an outsider.
However, it wasn't long before my health deteriorated and the coeliac disease symptoms returned. I began to look like a starving refugee with a pot belly and skinny arms and legs. I had constant runny tummies and everyone commented on the awful smell that lingered around me.
More symptoms appeared, I suffered from shortness of breath, and aches and pains. Some days I found it too difficult to hold the pencil at school to do my writing, because my wrists ached so much. Eventually we gave up and went back to the doctors.
On this visit our normal doctor was away and a locum was on duty. He insisted that I was put back onto the gluten free diet at once. By this time it had been decided that coeliac was for life, you couldn't outgrow it.
It was very difficult giving up the food I had become used to.
Going back to gluten free food felt like I was being punished for something I had done wrong. I grew quite resentful and was extremely jealous of my siblings and friends.
To make myself feel better, I ate lots and lots of gluten free cakes and biscuits. And although my health improved I put on too much weight!
Senior school photo - I am in the front row, with glasses