I’m a hyper-sensitive person, which is a physical trait, not a mental one, it is not something amenable to acts of will, or obedience, or any other mental thing. Just imagine for one bloody minute being in a prison, where you have absolutely no say over what you must eat to survive. What you are served is dog eyeballs in a pool of regurgitated blood. Then the guards stand there and watch you eat it. Then you must thank them.
For me, as a child, most mealtimes were like this. Despite my mother being pretty lax for a 1950’s mom, meals with others unless I get to choose exactly what I want from a menu and I don’t have to eat with the cooks, are a source of deep anxiety for me to this day. Every meal, as a child, was filled with the fear that there would be nothing on my plate that I could face eating.
. I was extremely thin as a child because of all the foods that frightened me. I taste things differently than most people – generally things that other people find mildly stimulating, like spices, carbonation, peppers, mustard, raw onions, I find overwhelming or painful. Things like rare meat or fish nauseate me. A tiny piece of gristle, or grit, or a tough stem, will end the meal for me. Desserts are often too sweet.
I’m not only like this with food but pretty much everything – loud noises, crowds, jarring music, bad smells – it’s a long list. It is not something I want to do, it is not an artistic stance or a rebellious act. It is actually rather horrible and constricts my life enormously. Even so, I have managed to do okay, and I eat a wide variety of foods within the enforced boundaries of my sensitivity.
I have a great empathy and pity for children who cannot easily fit into adult strictures and rules of behavior, particularly those who cannot eat adults’ ideas of foods.
My own child went through many narrowed eating phases in her childhood, including Only White Foods, and I Can Only Drink Applejuice, and quite a few others that I don’t remember well because frankly, I let her eat whatever she wanted and she turned out just fine. It is true, she has scrambled eggs with cheese and sauerkraut or kimchi on a tortilla every morning, but I don’t judge.
An infinitesimal number of picky children suffer from any kind of malnutrition then or later. So what would you rather have? A child whom you have forced to eat what you think they ought to, with the resulting damage to your relationship with them and their relationship to food, mealtimes, choices, but the satisfaction of knowing you have Helped Them Become An Adult, or a child who progresses through their own food choices naturally and turns out fine?
I can tell that almost every one of the previous posters, as a child, was bullied by the adults in their life over food, and has normalized that bullying as “what parents do and what I as a parent should also do”.