I told it before here a few times but ok
When I was about 6 I spent the summer with my cousin and aunt and uncle.
One day my Aunt made tuna fish.
Now at the time I just didn’t like mayo it was gross. So my sweet grandmother told my aunt (her daughter) that she just make her some mac and cheese because I hate tuna fish.
Looking back I think this made her jealous of how close I was with my grandmother because when my aunt was growing up my grandmother Was strict.
She told my grandmother that I had to eat what they ate and she grabbed my face and forced the spoon full of tuna fish into my mouth. She almost chipped my tooth when she pushed the spoon in and yanked it out.
She slapped her hand over my mouth and told me to swallow it.
But how she forced it in my mouth and was treating made me vomit. I threw up al over myself and the floor.
She yelled at me and made me clean it up by myself and yelled at my grandmother not to help me. I cleaned it up coated in vomit and tears.
Than she made me go to bed without cleaning my self. So I laid there covered in vomit and the smell of the vomit and cleaning fluid on me and hungry I cried myself to sleep.
It wasn’t till morning was I allowed to clean myself.
After that I slowly became afraid of it.
It started not wanting to smell it because it reminded me of that day to not wanting to be near it.
First time I realized I was truly afraid was my dad saw me acting like it was a snake (his words) so playfully he put a dab of it on my arm. I said you asshole and scrubbed it off in the sink. But rest the day I felt it still on my arm like It was a boil or a rash.
Slowly my fear grew to the point where if it touches me I scream and cry and if not stopped I will burn my self with hot water till I can’t feel it or I am bleeding and blistered. Or I scratched it raw.
Mustard and pickles slowly joined the mayo on my fear but they I fear less. Mayo is still my top fear.
Oh wow, now I'm sorry I asked. I'm so sorry that happened to you.
My dads wife was kinda like that when I was a kid. I've never been a fan of meat, and when I was 7 she forced me to eat bacon wrapped elk liver. I threw up all over her white carpet, and she made me scrub it for hours trying to get the stain out.
I wasn’t a fan of meat either I would pick the meat out of hamburger helper and spaghetti. Now of course I eat it.
With my brothers it was always if you don’t like it than starve but with me it was always ok what will you eat?
My daughter was born with what we call a “special tummy” she doesn’t have the proper lining to her stomach that protects her from harsh food that would normally just bother people hers makes her violently ill so we always just make her something else. Majority of our meals is me and husband eat something and she eats something else.
But due to what my aunt did I still suffer eating problems. I have to force myself to start eating. I have to be able to see my food, so I don’t eat in movie theaters or darken restaurants. I get into this need where I need to eat the same thing over and over till I get bored of it. When I was pregnant my husband had to make me eat. I would get where I would go for days with out eating. I just didn’t feel hungry
He puts mayo on everything, and sometimes I catch him eating spoonfuls of it
I have an extreme fear of the stuff.
It is a long story
When I was about 6 I spent the summer with my cousin and aunt and uncle.
One day my Aunt made tuna fish.
Now at the time I just didn’t like mayo it was gross. So my sweet grandmother told my aunt (her daughter) that she just make her some mac and cheese because I hate tuna fish.
Looking back I think this made her jealous of how close I was with my grandmother because when my aunt was growing up my grandmother Was strict.
She told my grandmother that I had to eat what they ate and she grabbed my face and forced the spoon full of tuna fish into my mouth. She almost chipped my tooth when she pushed the spoon in and yanked it out.
She slapped her hand over my mouth and told me to swallow it.
But how she forced it in my mouth and was treating made me vomit. I threw up al over myself and the floor.
She yelled at me and made me clean it up by myself and yelled at my grandmother not to help me. I cleaned it up coated in vomit and tears.
It wasn’t till morning was I allowed to clean myself.
After that I slowly became afraid of it.
It started not wanting to smell it because it reminded me of that day to not wanting to be near it.
First time I realized I was truly afraid was my dad saw me acting like it was a snake (his words) so playfully he put a dab of it on my arm. I said you asshole and scrubbed it off in the sink. But rest the day I felt it still on my arm like It was a boil or a rash.
Slowly my fear grew to the point where if it touches me I scream and cry and if not stopped I will burn my self with hot water till I can’t feel it or I am bleeding and blistered. Or I scratched it raw.
Mustard and pickles slowly joined the mayo on my fear but they I fear less. Mayo is still my top fear.
My dads wife was kinda like that when I was a kid. I've never been a fan of meat, and when I was 7 she forced me to eat bacon wrapped elk liver. I threw up all over her white carpet, and she made me scrub it for hours trying to get the stain out.
With my brothers it was always if you don’t like it than starve but with me it was always ok what will you eat?
My daughter was born with what we call a “special tummy” she doesn’t have the proper lining to her stomach that protects her from harsh food that would normally just bother people hers makes her violently ill so we always just make her something else. Majority of our meals is me and husband eat something and she eats something else.
But due to what my aunt did I still suffer eating problems. I have to force myself to start eating. I have to be able to see my food, so I don’t eat in movie theaters or darken restaurants. I get into this need where I need to eat the same thing over and over till I get bored of it. When I was pregnant my husband had to make me eat. I would get where I would go for days with out eating. I just didn’t feel hungry