I had a huge test on my veganism last night. I've been having trouble with my sister ever since I got home and obviously that means that there's a strain on my patience. So I've been a bit testy and when I apologized to my mother for being a jerk she said it's because I don't eat. What she meant was I'm not eating real food.
She, as far as I can see it, refuses to acknowledge that milk and egg animals go through just as much torture as the meat animals. She told me that I isolate myself by not eating milk and eggs anymore. I do miss the foods with milk/cheese/eggs in them, but I know that I can make these things and it doesn't make me sad.
I've been having this problem a lot. Ever since I made the switch to veganism it's like I became a rabbit. I wish someone would have told me that being a vegan would mean that people would feel sorry for me, that people would feel like they have to order things for me at the restaurant, that people would have to apologize for not having vegan food like being vegan is a disease.
"Would you like some grilled cheese?"
"Oh that's right! You don't eat cheese I'm so sorry!"
I'd like to put out some sort of formal letter that says "I am vegan, I am purposefully denying myself food so that hopefully I can make the lives of some animals better. If it is too much to hope for, then at least I am not contributing to the problem. However, there are thousands of meals that replace the food I lost and I am not unhappy. I am healthy and satisfied with my decision. You don't need to worry about what I'm eating unless I tell you I am having trouble. You don't need to cook for me, you don't need to order for me. I am fully capable of doing these tasks. I know you are concerned but it is unnecessary. Thank-you."