Manic: my fussiness was pretty bad as a kid. I got anxious every time friend invited me for tea after school. I burst into tears once because I sat down at the dinner table at a friend’s house and got served a plate of spaghetti bolognese. Another time I and my family stayed the weekend with family friends and I hardly ate anything. I Remember the burning shame of eating one mouthful of cottage pie and trying to hide my gagging, then pretending I wasn’t hungry. Crying and going hungry at PGL because the only thing on offer was fish pie.
I liked roast dinners. Meat or fish fingers with chips. Sausage and mash. That was about the only meals. So no rice, pasta, pizza, curries or stew type meals. Nothing spicy or with garlic
Then when I was a student I started cooking for myself and rather than sticking to the same old thing I thought “well, pasta is cheap. Surely I could find a pasta sauce I like and start to eat that?” So I did.
Then I met DH who was into curries, he cooked me one and I confessed I’d never fancied one before. I was 23!!!! Tried some, and liked it.
I went to many work lunches, conferences, where the buffet food wasn’t really labelled, so I ended up having a bite of prawn sandwiches. Egg mayo, , cheese and tomato etc (before thst is only eat plain chicken or plain ham)
And while I can’t say instantly thought “yum” to all of those, it dawned on me that trying stuff did me no harm at all. If I really couldn’t swallow something I learned to spit it out discreetly into a napkin.
Honestly, opening my mind to trying new things (ordinary every day things, this was nothing out of the ordinary!) in my early 20s was an absolute revelation.
I wondered what I’d been scared of for so many years.
Now I’m not saying it’s that easy to change in everyone’s case, but I can’t understand now why adults will NOT try things. I can totally understand children getting upset and anxious because they are children. But grown adults can rationalise. they can CHOOSE what to eat, they can CHOOSE to try to be more adventurous. They are autonomous, not being shopped and cooked for. They can coach themselves to be brave and try new things in the safety of their own homes and nothing bad will happen if they hate the food. No embarrassment.
This is what I can’t understand, how most people make the transition from extra fussy kid to averagely unfussy adult, and some people don’t.
I’m not saying that I don’t have sympathy, just that I can’t understand how it works for some people and not others.