I remember at a guides camp being glad that I was recovering from being sick so I had an excuse not to eat a lot of the scary food they were eating, eg baked beans. Ooh, I remember another guide camp where they had them too! As long as I had access to vegemite sandwiches I was ok.
And I didn't go to one of my school camps because I was off a lot of food because of going through a lot of food allergy crap, but it was really more of an excuse not to go, so I didn't have to cope with the food stuff, and also the scary non-structured socialising (I was quite shy).
It was only this year when I stumbled on a site on the internet that I found there are lots of people like us in the world in terms of these kinds of food issues. There's often no clear reason for it, although often possibilities, eg your upbringing, and my choking on a coin as a toddler.
I miss Ian too. I knew him moderately well I suppose, but was certainly getting to know him better and despair that that opportunity was taken away from me. I remember sending him some of my yummy chocolate hedgehog by post when he wasn't well and expressed an interest in it.
And the last thing I did for him was to publish one of his toons he did for us on the back cover of Frontier magazine. I gave him his copy on his wedding day.
PS this is an extraordinary post. You're an example of someone who doesn't just drift through life, buffeted by the current, you take it by the horns and wring every last drop out of it (to mix a few metaphors).
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I remember at a guides camp being glad that I was recovering from being sick so I had an excuse not to eat a lot of the scary food they were eating, eg baked beans. Ooh, I remember another guide camp where they had them too! As long as I had access to vegemite sandwiches I was ok.
And I didn't go to one of my school camps because I was off a lot of food because of going through a lot of food allergy crap, but it was really more of an excuse not to go, so I didn't have to cope with the food stuff, and also the scary non-structured socialising (I was quite shy).
It was only this year when I stumbled on a site on the internet that I found there are lots of people like us in the world in terms of these kinds of food issues. There's often no clear reason for it, although often possibilities, eg your upbringing, and my choking on a coin as a toddler.
I miss Ian too. I knew him moderately well I suppose, but was certainly getting to know him better and despair that that opportunity was taken away from me. I remember sending him some of my yummy chocolate hedgehog by post when he wasn't well and expressed an interest in it.
And the last thing I did for him was to publish one of his toons he did for us on the back cover of Frontier magazine. I gave him his copy on his wedding day.
PS this is an extraordinary post. You're an example of someone who doesn't just drift through life, buffeted by the current, you take it by the horns and wring every last drop out of it (to mix a few metaphors).