Disconnected/Alienated - since totally changing my lifestyle to vegan eating, no more caffeine, and no more alcohol, it seems my presence isn't appreciated or desired in many spaces now, especially whenever food/food speak is involved. I now live a much healthier existence (lost 110 lbs, no more prescription meds, restored vitality that I'd been told was long gone with age, healthy sleep restored, more energy, less illness, etc.), albeit a tad more lonely where human connections are concerned.
I speak of things as they are, for example, I call meat what it is, flesh, muscle, or bodily organs, and milk and eggs, to me, are bodily secretions. The other terms used for them are more like marketing terms. I feel if folks can't stomach the accurate terminology, or the process of how it gets to their fork, perhaps they shouldn't be constantly stomaching the products.
My husband has become much more kind in conversation, no longer insisting everything become a debate, but he still eats all the things that damn near killed me, so I'm still very much surrounded by it everywhere I roam to try to interact. He's another one who refuses to watch the process, but is quick to order from the menu as long as someone else is doing the killing and processing.
I don't tell folks what they should be eating, nor do I kick off conversations with the topic, I just speak of my direct experiences and what I'm surrounded by, as to what it truly is, in casual conversations as it comes up, and it really trips some folks out, and up. Or, if I attempt to make folks aware of the process another living thing was forced to take to get to their plate, then I'm looked upon and referred to as an angry vegan and often quickly dismissed or censored. lol
I spent a lifetime of having to call things what they weren't to cover other peoples' asses and I no longer allow myself to fake things for the comfort of others who don't think twice about the harm they are causing other living things. Period. My heart won't have it any other way. Solitude and self have become my new best friend in many ways.
Feeling like I have to censor self, and then actively getting censored in most spaces, gets exhausting and it chips away at the core of my being. Trying to find cleaner healthier options in a massive sea of tox-sick-city has proven to be quite the challenge. There's no place like home, for real, Dorothy.
I thought discovering greatly improved health would be celebrated and embraced and others would want to know more and would be quick to want to flip some scripts to make things cleaner and healthier for everyone, but instead, I've been squashed and censored more often than not because it apparently offends. What a weird ass feeling. You really can't make this shit up.