This month marks my tenth year of being vegan. It’s hard to believe that much time has passed, and I thought I’d take some time to write about it.
In some ways, it seems extraordinarily unlikely that my family would be one to go vegan. My parents are very image-conscious, and when I was growing up, they always wanted to project an image of being normal respectable middle-class Americans, whatever the cost.
My mother was the one who originally became interested in veganism. She says that she wasn’t feeling good and started reading more about diet and disease, which led to her reading books such as The China Study by T. Colin Campbell, a comprehensive 3-decades-long study on the link between animal product intake and chronic illness.
She attempted to be vegan as most as possible with a non-vegan family for perhaps half a year. It seems stupid to say it now, but I didn’t understand why there was suddenly almond milk in the house. She never really explained why she was doing what she was doing, likely because her husband would have accused her of “brainwashing” her kids.
In fact, I was somewhat hostile to the different diet she seemed to be following because it was yet another source of conflict between my parents. My father, who had retired years ago and was responsible for watching me and my brother when our mother was at work, complained about how horrible my mother’s diet was whenever she wasn’t in the house (and sometimes when she was in the house).
But then, my dad had blood tests that showed he had high cholesterol and was prediabetic. That shocked him, and suddenly he was receptive to what my mother was saying about diet and disease. It was September 10 years ago when I first started to hear information from my parents about how omitting animal products from the diet resulted in better health, and this information made me interested in reading more about the subject, an interest that stays with me to this day.
It is odd that my mother only regularly started talking about the link between diet and disease when my dad had a personal health stake in it. As an athlete and someone who wanted to be healthier in high school, I think I would have listened. If my mother had told me information about dairy causing acne or the estrogens I was consuming from cheese, I think I would have listened. I can’t say for sure, however, since hindsight is 20/20 and I was just a teenager back then.
At the same time as I started learning about the health benefits of the vegan diet, I also began to learn more about the environmental and humanitarian impacts of the livestock industry. I was amazed that no one else knew this information and tried talking to people at my high school about it – with the result that I either annoyed people or people thought I was insane.
As was later reinforced during my science communication MS program, just because you give someone knowledge does not mean that they will act on that knowledge and change their behavior, even if the new behavior would have positive impacts on their life.
Being image-conscious people, my parents tried to hide their veganism from everyone they knew for as long as humanly possible. It was only when they became too disgusted at the idea of eating animals to look normal that they conceded and admitted that they were vegans to their friends and family. “My family is finally coming out of the closet,” I joked to my one childhood friend, a joke so clever I remember it 10 years later.
The reactions from extended family were horrible to witness. They ranged from mockery to the silent treatment. Liberal or conservative, many were angered by the sudden appearance of vegans in the family. Ten years later, at least some of these relatives have gotten over their initial reaction and are now perfectly nice about it.
In the ten years since I have become vegan, the reaction I get when I tell people I am vegan has changed considerably. Then again, I have also moved from an evangelical town with the most churches per capita of any US city to a liberal university town. But I still appreciate it when people tell me that it’s cool that I’m vegan or that they wish they could do that as well. It is far better than them treating me with scorn.
One thing I am incredibly grateful is that my family (parents and brother) are also vegan. I feel such sympathy for those that live with people who will mock or sabotage their decision. I like that I know I can enjoy plenty of home-cooked vegan food when I go to my parents’ house. In fact, now it’s hard to imagine living with someone who isn’t vegan.
After ten years, it’s hard to imagine not being vegan anymore, and I can genuinely say that I’ve never considered going back. I wish that I had been raised as vegan since birth, knowing what I know now, but I guess making the change at 17 is not too bad.
