They showed up at my house with brownies…
…and announced at the door they weren’t gluten-free.

After asking what they could bring.

And honestly?
I probably wouldn’t have eaten them anyway.

But that’s not the point.

Because I’ve had family do it too.

People who do know.
People who have lived around this.

A family member has a child with celiac disease.

They came over and brought gluten-filled food into my home.

Not things I like or would have eaten.

But is that the point?

They didn’t think twice about it.

That’s the part that catches me off guard.

These are the moments where you realize people don’t really understand that you can’t eat gluten.

But this?

This is where you realize something else.

They just don’t understand what this actually means.

I invited you into my home.
You offered to bring something.

You knew I was a gluten free and it never crossed your mind to make an effort.

Not because you don’t care…

But because you don’t fully get it.

And that’s the hard part.

Now let me be clear—

I’m not the gluten police.
I don’t expect the world to be perfect.

I recognize we live in a gluten-covered world.
Most people don’t have to think about gluten at all.
I’m in the minority.

This is what living gluten-free in a gluten-covered world looks like.

People don’t always understand.
Even when they think they do.

And that’s where a lot of my frustration comes from.

The people around you don’t need to be perfect.

But they should at least be curious.
Curious enough to ask.
Curious enough to try.

They’ll probably get it wrong sometimes.

Trying matters.
Trying means you care enough to make the effort.
Trying means I’m important enough to consider.

Have you experienced this?