The origin of my compassion

a younger jeanAre people innately compassionate? I’d like to think so, but I’m really not sure. All I can do is speak for myself.

I had my first taste of vegetarianism in the womb. No really. My mom decided that a plant-based diet would be the best thing for my development. She’s always cooked healthy meals, and excluding meat made sense to her. My mom’s a vegan now, but in the 1970s, people told her that meat was good for us. That growing children needed it. So with reluctance, she served small portions of meat every now and then. She’s never cooked a roast or chicken. Performing autopsies in the kitchen didn’t interest her.

At the age of three, I was happy and oblivious to most things. I was learning to read, and interested in books, dolls, cars, and my trike. Animal rights wasn’t something I even knew about.

My grandparents served me chicken one day, and unlike beef or pork, I made the connection.Β “This is chicken.” I said, happy to share my newfound knowledge of the world.Β “It used to have feathers. It used to have a beak. It used to have feet, and it used to walk around.”Chicken

Ding! A light went off in my head. “I’m not hungry anymore.” I pushed the plate away.

I don’t remember that incident, but my mother did. It was profound. I didn’t want to eat animals. For a while, people could trick me by calling something “meat” instead of “fish” or “chicken.” But in a few more years, I gave it all up.

I’ve heard other stories and I think a lot of kids are initially uneasy about eating animals. But we’re talked into it by grown-ups–the people we trust (or have to obey). Soon, we don’t think about it and we get desensitized to it. But it’s not wrong to feel your conscience tugging at your heart. It’s good to question our choices.

Do you remember making the connection between animals and meat? When was it?

6 thoughts on “The origin of my compassion

  1. Kudos on your new blog–another adventure of blogging and writing!! You chose a topic after your own heart–your love for animals. I’m looking forward to your posts.

    I agree, I believe most children don’t know what they are eating when they are young because the meat doesn’t resemble the animal so there is no connection. Later, we don’t think about it anymore and we are desensitized.

    I would not eat meat as a child. No one, including my mother could get me to eat it. I have no memory of how it happened, but I knew it was an animal. As a pre-schooler, I lived on a farm in Germany for a year, and although the memory is not there, I know the practice of slaughtering pigs in the driveways of rural homes, so I imagine that’s what happened to me.

    • The slaughtering of animals in south-east Asia happens in the entrance to the home….while somebody else watches television at the back of the room. The meshing of the ancient and the modern!

  2. “I don’t remember that incident, but my Mother did.”
    I love it.
    I rejoice when I have a vegetarian day.

    • Ha! For something I don’t remember I sure explained it in detail. My mom told me the story and it’s burned in my brain almost like I was there πŸ˜‰ Here’s to many more vegetarian days!

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