places where i have dissociated
a collection of art, photography, poetry, and prose about -- well, places where we have dissociated. with contributions from aífe kearns, a real ghost, constantin ciornei, crumbs, djordje matic, laramie danger, livali wyle, roan mackinnon runge, rowan morrison, rufus elliot, and waverly sm.
a collection of art, photography, poetry, and prose about -- well, places where we have dissociated. with contributions from aífe kearns, a real ghost, constantin ciornei, crumbs, djordje matic, laramie danger, livali wyle, roan mackinnon runge, rowan morrison, rufus elliot, and waverly sm.
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“Anti-Bodies”<br />
I am tentatively diagnosed with Coeliac disease in November 2016. The<br />
diagnosis is confirmed June 2017, and I can finally stop eating the gluten.<br />
I need the gut damage from it to be diagnosed, but it is ruining my health<br />
every day. In the seven months between the blood test and the endoscopy, I<br />
go to the Cowley Tesco and stand in the Free From section, and stare at all<br />
the foods I will be consigned to eating for the rest of my life, and my<br />
brain zooms out of my body. Tesco becomes a place for near-breakdowns: my<br />
weekly shops usually involve me having to hold back tears, mostly while<br />
staring at bread made from rice flour and who knows what.<br />
My body has altered against my will. Coeliac is a genetic autoimmune<br />
condition, but is sometimes dormant until the body flicks a kind of switch:<br />
usually a period of intense stress. Some people get sick after a bad stomach<br />
virus. I got sick after a period of intense anxiety and bizarre unkindness.<br />
So I go to the Tesco every week or so and stare at the purple Free From<br />
signs, and all the weight of my past anxiety, and my squirming belly, and my<br />
increasing inability to keep myself fed fills up my brain until I <strong>have</strong> to<br />
leave it.<br />
It’s been two years since that initial blood test. I no longer eat gluten,<br />
I’ve gained back the weight I lost when I couldn’t digest what I was eating,<br />
I’ve cut ties with people who <strong>have</strong> hurt me, and my mental health has,<br />
overall, improved. I’m not angry about my coeliac anymore. My body is what<br />
it is, and my easily-damaged villi are a precious part of me. I don’t<br />
dissociate every time I go into Tesco. But at this point, it’s become<br />
habitual. Earlier this year, alone in a new city, I encounter the biggest<br />
Free From section I’ve ever seen. I should be happy, and I am, but I<br />
suddenly feel that usual overwhelming feeling, and leave myself, a shell, in<br />
the corner of Sauchiehall Street Tesco Metro.<br />
roan mackinnon runge