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I remember telling one of my therapists how it was a big issue to me that I care about animal welfare and want to be vegan but struggle with that as my cancer treatment has caused so many food intolerances there are very few things I can eat without getting sick now. She just totally dismissed both my food intolerances (diagnosed by the endocrinologist, it’s not like I’m making it up) and my guilt at not being vegan. She told me to just eat whatever I like and not worry about it. So helpful! Absolutely useless, the lot of them.
Oof yeah. I get that feeling, though I’m not exactly sick and unable to eat vegan. There are barriers, but I could probably knock 'em down with some assertiveness. But yeah, that’s not cool that they acted like that. It’d be helpful if people in the business of helping people believed them about the help they need and actually helped them.
I’ve been trying to wrap my head around what she could possibly have heard you say that would make this sentence make sense to her. None of what you said makes her make sense