Something I think about…
I’ve always gotten shit from my family for being a “picky eater”. It definitely wasn’t cared about that I had to spend extra time my whole life picking things out of my food, to the point I was never even told that you could special order things at restaurants and didn’t realize until I heard a friend do it. It was always seen as me being “difficult” about food.
The thing that really gets me, is something I found out as an adult is when talking about my aversion to milk. My mom mentions that as a literal infant, I refused milk and had health problems due to it. She literally had to take me to the doctor for choosing death over milk and still thought anything else I couldn’t eat was just a choice. She gave up (mostly) on me having milk, but nothing else.
Why was I always seen as trying to make things difficult when this problem started in infancy? It’s just so frustrating that it was made to seem like a choice I was making when it was just who I always was. I do wonder if the correct diagnosis when I was young would have helped and made them kinder or not