PARENTS as ADVOCATES

[susan]

I salute all you parents who are fighting for the welfare of your children.
While my parents did remove me from the hospital I was dying in, in 1959, as a one month old baby.....while my parents did give me plain cow's milk on which I survived as a one month old......I never had anyone advocate for me.
There is a lot of emotional pain associated with that. Truly. I remember being given cookies for snack time in kindergarten....a principal trying to coerce me to eat a sickening sweet cinnamon roll. I remember already being too isolated, withdrawn, and timid to actively assert myself and say firmly "I CAN NOT." No adult came to my side to advocate for me.
My hat is off to you parents who help your children. I stand up and applaud.
Susan.

[colormist]

Seconded. I had parents who would cater to my picky food preferences (and would know better than me about what I wouldn't want to eat), but I also had relatives, teachers, and baby sitters who would force me to eat something I physically couldn't. I got punished a lot as a kid and went around hungry a bit too frequently.

[Sm]

I was saved by my uneducated but observant nanny! My father was a doctor but couldn't figure out that fructose was the culprit.....he insisted that I eat my veggies and I had to take a vitamin pill ( sugar coated of course) until I was old enough to know how to slip it in the bin. I suffered liver cirrhosis starting my first birthday and was fortunate to have my nanny who took me under her wing.

[susan]

Dear SM guest, from Dubai,
Please consider yourself more than a guest and register to be a member. Susan

[sm]

Dear Susan, I've been a member under the name, Sarosh, but I 've forgotten my password so I now participate as a guest. Will try to register as a member. Thanks, sarosh

[charlie]

Sarosh, you should be able to get a new password if you login and click on forgotten password, you posted as sarosh if that helps, they will email you a new one.

[ukbill]

I think I only survived because of my Grandfather who noticed I was starving.

He cut the corner off a loaf of bread and covered it in beef dripping (he turned over the dripping so I got the nice jelly at the bottom) he put onto it salt and pepper.

Apparently I was trying to push it into my mouth with both hands..

I certainly remember being very disappointed if when I called there were no corners left on the loaf.. Why did no one just cut me a slice??

My Grandfather was not a person who would buy a joint of meat unless it had plenty of fat .. he reckoned it was tasteless unless it had a good amount of fat.

He lived to be 86 which is not a bad age for someone who was a solder in the South African Boar wars and from start to finish in the First world war.

This was the indicator that I would eat if I could..

From there on I grew up on Dripping sandwiches!

Don't think its done me any harm.

PS I intend trying to out live my Grandfather.

Watch this space.. only 30 years to go

[ukbill]

PS I will fight for the welfare of anyone's child particularly if I suspect they have HFI or similar condition..

I know how much it hurts!

This is why I do and will continue to clash with parents who insist on feeding their HFI child Glucose and sweet tasting things like diet coke!

Its a cheap fix that damages them in the long term, if not in the short term as well.

Don't get me started on the advice given by some Nutritionists, Doctors and the like.. GRRRR

[esmee]

Thanks for sharing that story about the meat-dripping sandwiches. leave it to a an old school very practicle grandfather to figure out what doctors could not. sometimes i think all my knowledge anout "health" has been very detrimental to me.

[ukbill]

The Human body is am amazing, temperamental complex thing, no one knows all its possibilities let alone its reactions to complex fast changing foods.

For millions of years the diet of human beings has essentially been anything and everything that did not kill quickly was eaten.

Complex Carbohydrates were not common in our diet and refined carbohydrates (such as High Fructose Corn Syrup) totally absent.

It is only since the advent of farming and the development of grain gathering and grinding to make flour that we have started eating refined (less Fibre) carbohydrate foods.

Simply put our bodies have yet to adapt and catch up.

In 20 years time we will look back on these times and wonder what the hell did we think we were doing letting our food be so messed about with and having so very many additives put in without the slightest idea what the long term results will be.

Please do not doubt your knowledge only modify it.

To accept that one man's food is another man's poison.

Its an old saying and never closer to the truth when dealing with HFI!

[sarosh]

Awwww Bill, that's so sweet yet sad. It reminds me of my father. When he used to take us to the icecream store he would ask for a cone ( the cone wafer was not sweetened then) for me so that I wouldn't feel left out.