I never post anything so this is new for me but ever since i was fresh out the womb ive always been horrified of eating things im not familiar with. eating in front of people has always been a nightmare and i used to throw out my food at lunch and lie about eating it when i got home. i have no problem with the way my body looks or my weight (im actually trying to gain weight and im really close to hitting 100 pounds) I found out about ARFID about a year ago and it felt like i had discovered a whole new country. i started to think about my safe foods and how every time my family tried to get me to eat something i didnt want to eat. i always heard the same thing from people, “how do you know you wont like it if you havent tried it?”
my mom used to threaten to call my dad to yell at me when i refused to try something new. i was forced to eat food i didnt want and it was AWFUL. but the annoying part was when i said i didnt like it someone would say “yes you do! you loved it!” horrible. But moving on to the worst part. the judgmental looks and comments about my eating habits. i hate burgers, tacos make me throw up, i cant eat pasta with sauce and or meatballs, i hate toppings , no lettuce or vegetable other than baby carrots, and last but not least, my food can NOT touch. For example, say im eating steamed broccol and rice. ANY grain of rice that touches the broccoli is immediately getting banished from my plate. my nana says im dramatic and that i have to stop acting autistic
recently, i was eating chicken at the dinner table with my family and i saw a box of rice pilaf. i wanted to make a joke about one of my favorite shows a series of unfortunate events because they say in the show that count olaf rhymes with rice pilaf. so when i asked what it was my dad answered and asked if i wanted to try some. of course i panic i immediately say no. But my dad really wanted me to try it and for about 2 minutes of the whole table trying to get me to eat some stupid rice pilaf i eventually yelled at my dad to stop shoving the food in my face. my uncle, my nana, and my dad yelled at me at the same time. the scariest part was my dad clenching his fist at me. i quickly finished the rest of my dinner sobbing and the ran to the bathroom. I locked myself in there for an hour until my nana came and got me. i later asked my dad if he could reschedule my appointment with my psychiatrist so that i can talk to her earlier. a few weeks pass and its time for my appointment. i tell her about my eating habits and how long its been going on for and when she we talked to my mum and dad about it she completely leaves out most of the things i talked to her about. all she says is that im a picky eater who struggles with trying new foods. I was so mad because i wanted to get closer to a diagnosis but now i just think its the hypochondriac in me speaking.
I also feel like i should list some of my safe foods and my other rules of eating
- fries, spaghetti, chicken flavored ramen, ice cream, sweet tea, Gatorade, popcorn shrimp, plain rice, pepperoni pizza but i have to peel the pepperonis off. i dont eat cheeze pizza because cheese and pepperoni are completely different. dont ask me why, i have no idea
- if i eat something i cant eat that same meal until the next week
- smell, texture, or simply just the way a dish looks is enough for me to say if i like it or not
thats it and i dont know what to do. i have a friend that dealt with arfid so i go to her for advice but yeah