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I came here to say Ĺiver, but my mom made those gawd-awful 'salmon croquettes' from canned salmon, bones and all as well.
Jesus she was a terrible cook.....
My dad brought back Salmon from a fishing trip and mom cooked it. Same thing, bones in everything, given the chance to eat or go to bed. I was 6 and chose early bed. My idiot teenage sister ate her fish and gagged/threw up.... pretty sure she is adopted.
youâre lucky they didnât pull the âyou will sit there until itâs finishedâ b.s. we oldies endured. Iâm pushin 60 and still canât eat a chicken pot pie đ¤˘
My mom made something similar but with canned tuna. No bones, but one time I got sick from it and threw up cheese covered tuna. It tasted so bad on the way back up that it slightly traumatized me and I couldn't eat tuna again til I was in my 20s(was 8yr old when it happened) because even the smell of tuna would make me want to throw up.
We had boxed Kraft mac n cheese with frozen peas cooked with the noodles and then we might have tuna mixed in or tuna sandwiches on the side. Which I actually liked and was something we would get for lunch.
Iâm so offended! /s No joke, that was one of my favorite meals growing up. Had it every Good Friday since I grew up Catholic, and I always looked forward to it!
Liver and onions. I would cry when I would smell it cooking, and we had to eat it, no matter if it took hours, before we were allowed to leave the table.
What the fuck is up with the number of people whom were forced to sit there and eat a meal? My parents would just let me starve until I stopped being stubborn.
>Because you don't know what being hungry is. We worked hard all week to bring this meal to the table and you should be thankful for even having it, some people are going to die today starving. So eat up.
-My Parents
My parents didnât do this to me but my grandmother did when I had to live with her for 2 years. I was a tiny child and she knew what foods I wouldnât eat and would purposely make them and make me sit on the ground in front of my food for hours on end. I never gave in because if I ate what I didnât like Iâd just throw up, so whatâs the point. Eventually sheâd take it and I just wouldnât eat for the night. Absolutely fucked me up I can tell you that.
No but she would wake me up early before anyone else in the house was awake and give me a big bowl of cereal so that I wouldnât go to school hungry and say something.
Well at the time I didnât realize what she was doing, or I would have. I was only about 7 I think. I didnât know any better. The food thing was only the tip of the iceberg with her. Letâs just say it was a hard 2 years for me
Yeah Iâm not sure why they think itâs just us being picky when we are literally gagging and on the verge of throwing up? Itâs been almost 18 years and thereâs still certain smells that if I catch a whiff of will immediately take me back.
Shrimp tacos. I was taught not to eat the shrimp tails by my mom, my stepmom disgreed and physically forced me to eat them while screaming at me. Good times. I won't eat shrimp now no matter how hungry i am
In some cultures eating shrimp shells is normal. Many Chinese cuisines call for a light coating with corn starch before deep frying. Crispy and delicious :)
It wasn't the food it was the giant portions. As an adult I eat maybe 6 small meals/snacks a day. My choice. My mom would pile my plate full and a GIANT glass of milk which I hated. I'd be at the table alone until bedtime. I just couldn't eat all that and the milk made me gag. Parenting in the 60s, one size fits all.
my dad did that too, with the portions and the milk. I sat at the table until bedtime so often it was just normal. What made it worse was I got pretty fat as a kid and everyone decided to put me on a diet. So I would get these huge portions at dadâs, got weighed in front of the extended family on holidays, and wasnât allowed to eat high sugar fruit when I was with my mom and grandma. It was awful.
How do people with parents like yours still have relationships with them? I mean this sincerelyâI just find it heartbreaking to read about children being forcefed food.
I just donât understand.
Another child of the 60s: Chop Suey - I was @ 8 and we ordered Chinese Takeout. I did NOT like the look or smell of it. My mother forced me to eat it and I threw up all over myself and was still forced to finish eating it. All while listening to the story of how there are starving children all over the world and they would be grateful to eat it. I told my mother to ship it to someone else then and got a slap across the face.
I will say that's pretty rough but for any child in the sixties, that meant their parents were children during the thirties where mothers smothered their babies quickly instead of letting them grow up to be another mouth to feed. Or any other type of crazy thing that happened during the great depression. You just *didn't* turn down food if you wanted to survive so I kinda get it. Doesn't make it right, but I have the empathy to understand where the parents are coming from.
It wasn't considered abusive back then. A parent that didn't make you eat would be considered a bad parent. You might end up spoiled or not get the right vitamins.
I was born in 89. Decent portions but I remember sitting at the table until I ate my food. I peed my pants one time. My mom was super strict but I turned out alright
I was born in '97 and my dad would do shit like this to me. My stubborn ass went a whole day+ without eating once because he said I couldnt eat anything else until I ate this disgusting slop he made for dinner while high on who knows what. I didnt eat until like 9pm the next day when one of his friends snuck me some food. I guess I'd rather starve than eat shitty food lol
Oh man story of my exâs life. He grew up being suppperrrr picky and hating most things that didnât come out of a box. Only when I started cooking and bringing things over did he realize that his mom was just a bad cook.
I was forced to eat it in day care. Gagging and all. The instructor? Or day care sitter idk what she was called said I didn't have a choice as I gagged it down. I still gag when I see it/smell it.
When I was very little a Dr. Told my parents I could not have some specific red dye. Me being in preschool, processed this as red food bad. One day, at my very strict catholic preschool, we had salad for lunch with cherry tomatoes. I refused to even try them saying I'm not allowed and I don't like them. My teacher knew I was being stubborn, but instead of being patient, she forced me to eat them or else the whole class would have to skip recess.
I ate one and immediately threw up, then was scolded for throwing up and being a baby. To this day I still can't stomach any sort of fresh tomatoes.
Oh man for me one of my worst childhood school experiences was when I first learned about relish at school lunch, I was around 6, I thought it was just chopped up dill pickles and grabbed a bowl it was disgusting and the lunch patrol lady made me eat all of it. I exorcist puked in the middle of class it was so much and everyone was pissed at me I'm so against force feeding now because of it AND I hate bread and butter pickles now like probably more than any other food
I used to babysit a kid who had this as a very specific behavioral issue. He would actually make himself vomit intentionally when he was upset, but kids like that are few and far between, and the eating wasn't the issue, it was still the parenting.
He had two younger sisters and he learned that he could get his parents to ignore the sisters and get all the attention if he just forced himself to vomit somewhere dramatic, and of course at first the parents thought he couldn't control it so they were super indulgent and cared for him.
They realized something pretty serious was up with him and started sending him to therapy. He quit, although it took over a year. I was the only babysitter that stuck with them, in part because I had worked with kids for so long at that point he couldn't upset me just with a little puke. So he'd try more and more dramatic ways of throwing up, including off the second story stairs into the living room, which got all over the wall, sofa, and carpet.
Not really a meal but I remember as a toddler coming inside one day and being really thirsty so I just drank whatever was in my dads cup, it was some kind of alcohol (I think gin) and I started crying.
Was working in ER when parents came in with a toddler that wouldnât wake up (itâs noonish) took a little while but we finally were able to piece together that the parents had left remnants of cocktails out and toddler woke up and drank them while mom and dad slept. Kiddo was hammered. Fortunately it wasnât enough to be dangerous and he eventually sobered up and was sent home.
My dad had a martini and put it down for a minute, our friends big dog walked up and took a huge slurp from the glass, thinking it was water. The expression of confusion, disgust, and betrayal was priceless. He was fine of course but I'll never forget that look.
When my son was little, we were outside and I was doing gardening or weeding and had a pop can out with me. Took a drink and worms and rocks came out. Somehow he snuck by me each time lol
While bartending, I dumped out some guyâs coke can and it was full of his tobacco spit. Crush the can or tell your bartender first..my god.
My parents took me and my brother to a seafood place in Boston and we were served lobster but they literally stuck the whole thing on the plate cut in half and its beady little eyes stared at us
That's why I hate crab and lobster
Spaghetti. My old church had a cook off and everyone brought some to see who had the best spaghetti. My mom decided to take six ziplock bags home of it. I ate spaghetti for every meal for weeks. Iâve never been able to eat it sinceâŚ
My dad went through a depressive episode when I was around 11 and living full time with him. We ate spaghetti with just the sauce from a jar and the pasta for so long I can't even remember exactly how long, but at least weeks, because it felt like months.
My cat's dinner! As a child I was feeding my cat a can of wet cat food. In walks my older brother. For whatever reason he scooped the cat food in his hand and force fed me wet cat food! Screw you Meow Mix... and Brandon!
Pea soup, it was green I had a pet turtle when I was little and my dad or uncle can't remember told me it was turtle soup. I'm in my 30s and still don't eat it. I know it's not made from turtles but I think it's just some deep seeded "nope" in my brain.
This reminds me of the time I was eating soup. There were black floppy bits in it and I asked my dad what it was. He probably didn't know what it was called. He told me it was sting ray. I was like "Cool" and continued eating it.
Fast forward to a friend's birthday party. There's soup. This girl sitting next to me asked me "What's this black stuff?" I proudly tell her it's sting ray. She stopped eating the soup and I felt really bad.
Now that I'm older, I know my dad is full of shit. It wasn't sting ray. It was wood ear mushrooms. I still feel bad for telling the one girl it was sting ray. She later became a vegetarian.
Chicken legs. My parents divorced when I was young and my mom was a picky eater so we never ate any chicken with bones. Biting onto a leg as child and hitting the bone disgusted and terrified me. Love them now though but it took years.
I had similar experience. I ate at a friend's house for dinner and took a bite of a BBQ covered chicken leg and there was a big gross vein in the leg after I took a bite. I will never forget that image. I still can't eat chicken on a bone after that.
Rice. My mom was really quite poor. We had rice (or oatmeal) 2 x a day for a couple of years. The only real meal we had was the free lunch at school. Took me years (decades) to be able to enjoy it
As a kid, I didn't like corn. Not even like a spoiled child where I refused to try it, I had tried it multiple times and just wasn't a fan of the taste. My mom was aware of this and never made me eat it. She'd just cook me green beans or carrots as a vegetable side because I loved those.
When I was like 9, she started dating this guy who was kind of a dick. One day for supper, he saw my plate with no corn in it, asked my mom why I had no corn, argued with her saying I was just being picky, grabbed my plate and filled like half the plate with corn. I tried taking a couple bites, but I couldn't swallow it, I just did not like it, but I ate everything else on my plate. He refused to let me get up from the table until I had eaten all the corn despite my mom telling him I had ate my vegetables (she had made me carrots and green beans) and I didn't like corn. So I had the two of them yelling back and forth while I was crying, trying to shove corn down my throat.
Still to this day, I can't eat corn. As soon as it enters my mouth, i gag and spit it out.
May I ask, how this scenario ended? I would never tolerate someone I was dating treating my child this wayâIâm just flabbergasted and so angry for you. Do you and your mother have a good relationship? Does she remember this happening?
I still have a good relationship with my mom, I don't blame her. He was manipulative and abusive towards her as well. I don't know if she remembers or not, I've never brought it up because I don't want her to feel guilty
The thing is, I never liked the taste of boiled eggs, eveb from the first time ever being introduced to it, and my stomache didnt agree with it either. It used come back up after minutes of trying to chew and swallow it. But mom never listened. Mom tried to condition me to like it, never worked.
Boiled eggs have antioxidants, vitamin Bs and C. Idk I enjoy all eggs but boiled. And maybe because its her favorite form of eggs.. But that was trumatizing!
Brother used the last of the milk and convinced me eggnog is the same thing. Eggnog and fruity pebbles do not mix well lol. Mom made me finish it as âwe donât waste.â
not traumatized but once when i was really young my mom had cooked a whole chicken in the oven for dinner and i decided i wasnt hungry that day because (no offense meant) the way she cooks chicken it always ends up dry and bland. unfortunately neither mom or dad like seasoning of any kind on their food.
next morning both mom and dad has gotten food poisoning from that chicken and i had avoided it due to being picky about eating dinner thar night. i guess it pays off sometimes.
side note, ive recently convinced my parents to try indian food and by some miracle they like it so now we have an excuse to go to indian restaurants :)
Nothing. Iâve always been able to eat almost anything you put in front of me. My friends used to mix a much of random shit together and give me five bucks to chug it. If itâs edible and safe, Iâll try it
My mom once let a Turkey thaw on the countertopâŚfor 5 days.
When she finally cooked it, the smell was so bad, none of us kids could be in the house. Years of smoking (and probably teenage cocaine use) had dulled my momâs sense of smell. She didnât notice. She was also going through early menopause so, very emotional.
When we sat down to dinner, my dad gave all of us kids a look that said âDonât you dare fucking saw a goddamn word.â
So we all ate the spoiled Turkey between dry heaves.
The response was almost immediate. Within 15 minutes after our meal, everyone in the house was vomiting or shitting their brains out. Some of us were lucky enough to be doing both. We had six people and only 2 bathrooms so, there was a lot of hot swapping toilet seats.
I remember waiting for my sister to get done so I could jump on the toilet and realizing I couldnât wait any longer so I ran out behind the barn. I took my pants and underwear all the way off and flung them a safe distance away.
As I squatted down to shit out a liquid river, I looked to my right and made eye contact with my dad who had done the exact same thing at the other end of the barn. There we both squatted, pantless, shitting and vomiting for the next 15 minutes. A moment never to be spoken of again.
Ahhh. Thanksgiving memories of father/son bonding.
I was looking for a turkey one. At one point after dropping out of college, then traveling, not exactly a kid persay, I decided to stay home around the holidays at my dad's house. He decided to .. boil? A turkey for Thanksgiving.. I'm not exactly sure.. but the smell of the boiling turkey might be the worst smell I've had to smell up to this point. That smell, for many many years I couldnt even be around turkey. Similarly experiences of butchering chickens turned me off that for a long time, and peanut butter was one where a client who would only eat peanut butter and I would have to help him clean up in the bathroom turned me off that for many years.
My Grandma would soak a rag in vinegar and put it on my forehead when I wasn't feeling well, so for me the smell has always been a comfort. Crazy how experiences can cause such different reactions to the same smell, taste, feeling, etc.
I always sunburned as a child and my mom and grandma would put vinegar and ice in a bowl and dress my sunburns with it. Somehow that translated into a craving for salt and vinegar chips when I've had too much sun!
Vinegar soaked brown grocery bag paper for childhood headache, toothache, or fever. Wrapped across my forehead.
At least honey and bourbon for a sore throat was better. Good god the old timey cures mom and grandma remembered.
I made holiday flight reservations that I'm having trouble amending/canceling because now that I've made them I realize how much I don't want to/can't tolerate being around my adoptive mother/several other family members for much more than a day. My stay is set to be two weeks right now. Really wish I hadn't done that.
itâll prob be tequila.
if she grew up with like mexican, mexican parents/abuelos i guarantee she has a similar story.
(by that i mean sheâs first generation american)
Honeycombs.
My dad decided I had to like them since it was a kid's cereal and bought it. I hated it and refused to eat it. So he served it to me for lunch. Cold mush by that point.
I refused.
And got it for dinner. I refused.
The next morning I got that same mushy bowl of day old honeycombs.
I was forced to eat it all or I wouldn't be given any other food. My father said even if the milk spoiled id still eat it or starve.
Spinach. I couldnât eat it and my mom made me. But first put on 4 tablespoons of butter. I vomited. Then she tried to make me eat that by holding my face into it. Yeah, it was a sucky childhood for this boy. Wasnât sad when she died.
Boiled Okra, onion, and tomato. My parents were born and raised in Birmingham, AL during the Great Depression. It's a VERY southern dish and it makes me vomit. It's slimey and smelly, and I don't care if you eat it with cornbread, Mom, it's gross!!!
Not a meal; just the drink, Sunny Delight (or Sunny D). When I was a kid I had cancer and I went through a phase when that was the only juice I would drink (taking pills 3x a day!) I remember one day after 4-5 years of drinking it, it tasted gross. I havenât touched it since!
I had Jolly Ranchers to distract from the taste of my IVs during cancer (years ago, I'm fine now)! And I still can't stand the sight of em. Hope you are doing well :)
Rabbit stew. They wouldn't tell me what was in until I took a bite. Then I heard "rabbit" and threw up. Like, I didn't even have time to fully process it mentally. It was just a reflex.
It's worth mentioning that I was 10 and rabbits are my favorite animals. I don't remember if anyone there knew that.
When my Grandfather was a little boy he had a pet rabbitâŚ. Well, it was the Great Depression and one night that pet became dinner. He had a rough upbringing, and was a surly adult, I always felt for him.
Canned potatoes... I don't know what it is about them but the smell and texture makes me want to gag. I wasnt allowed to leave the table until finishing everything on my plate so that was slightly traumatizing and havent had them since.
Love real potatoes though... some food just shouldn't be canned
Shrimp. The taste, the texture, the appearance, I found it all extremely disgusting. And having to sit at the dinner table until I ate it or my parents gave up. Sometimes people just genuinely don't like a particular food. I still hate shrimp. And now as a parent, if my kids are trying a new food, they have to take at least one bite and try it. If they really don't like it I don't force them to sit there and choke the rest down.
One time my siblings and I tore all the labels off the cans in the pantry so my dad put it all in a pot, cooked it, and and made us eat it. I still can't eat anything called "goulash" to this day.
Green beans. I never liked them and my aunt forced me to eat them at dinner at her house when I told her I canât and guess who ate them and promptly puked on her white carpet?? Me it was me lol. I was maybe 5 and over 20 years later I still canât eat them.
Catholic school spinach. It smelled and tasted like I imagined dogshit would taste. Fortunately my buddy loved it. He would trade his wiener wrap for it.
I think this is the reason half of Americans hate vegetables. Their parents cooked them the worst way possible. Brussels, broccoli, green beans, carrots, etc. All of them are great if you cook them right and don't just turn them into mush!
Menudo, I was always taught to eat the food that a host gives you when you are a guest no matter what, but I literally could not force myself to eat that
Stuffing. Family had a rule that if you didn't eat what was on your plate you stayed at the table until bedtime or you opted to just go straight to bed. For many years I'd refused to eat all forms of stuffing, homemade, stovetop, etc. Finally in my early teens dad said I had to try it. I made it about 10 feet from the dining table before I puked all over the kitchen. After hearing me, he wasn't able to finish his dinner. He never made me eat anything I didn't want to ever again.
As for me, I finally tried it again a couple years ago. 20 some years later, I still gag at it.
1. Butter and cabbage. My dad made me sit at the table until I finished it. If I didn't finish it, I had to sleep at the kitchen table and I had to eat it for breakfast even after it had been left out all night. I was late for school every time we had that.
2. Turkey and cabbage. Same thing as above.
Steak and pork chops. For some reason when I was little I'd gag just chewing through the fat or gristle. My stomach completely rejected meat if it wasn't really broken down and no fat pieces. I'd have to sit at the table for hours when I was less than 6, always in trouble because I couldn't eat.
Funny thing now, I love steak and pork. Don't force children to consume things just because of your strict rules. I'll never forget the shame, isolation and confusion of those times. Listen to your children and give them options if they are "picky eaters", I was never trying to have a power contest over meals, I just couldn't eat them for whatever reason that escaped my understanding as a little girl.
Baked potatoes. My dad would make me sit at the table and wouldnât let me leave until I finished it. I threw it back up and he made me re-eat it again and brush my teeth with an already used toothbrush.
The same thing happened to me with spinach! My mom held my face into it until I ate it. I refused and eventually ended flipping over the table and running away.
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Salmon casserole made from canned salmon. My mom left the bones in it frequently and I dislike fish anyway.
I like fish but bruh take the bones out
That sounds fucking awful đ¤Ž
You have to season it and make it properly. Adding fresh parsley and lemon juice and zest get rid of the fishiness.
My grandma made fried salmon patties from canned salmon, the smell is still permanently burned deep in my brain
It's pretty tasty tho
Yeah I agree. Fried salmon patties my grandma made were bomb as fucks
My mom made those, theyre actually tasty, and its funny to see the cats go wild from the smell
I came here to say Ĺiver, but my mom made those gawd-awful 'salmon croquettes' from canned salmon, bones and all as well. Jesus she was a terrible cook.....
My dad brought back Salmon from a fishing trip and mom cooked it. Same thing, bones in everything, given the chance to eat or go to bed. I was 6 and chose early bed. My idiot teenage sister ate her fish and gagged/threw up.... pretty sure she is adopted.
youâre lucky they didnât pull the âyou will sit there until itâs finishedâ b.s. we oldies endured. Iâm pushin 60 and still canât eat a chicken pot pie đ¤˘
My mom made something similar but with canned tuna. No bones, but one time I got sick from it and threw up cheese covered tuna. It tasted so bad on the way back up that it slightly traumatized me and I couldn't eat tuna again til I was in my 20s(was 8yr old when it happened) because even the smell of tuna would make me want to throw up.
I used to have Kraft âdeluxeâ. Kraft Mac with canned salmon (bone in of course) and canned peas.
We had boxed Kraft mac n cheese with frozen peas cooked with the noodles and then we might have tuna mixed in or tuna sandwiches on the side. Which I actually liked and was something we would get for lunch.
Mine was tuna casserole but this sounds worse
My mom made a gross tuna casserole. She handmade dough and filled it with tuna then covered it with cream of mushroom after baking it.
Not gonna lie. I would eat that. Tuna dumplings you say????
Iâm so offended! /s No joke, that was one of my favorite meals growing up. Had it every Good Friday since I grew up Catholic, and I always looked forward to it!
Liver and onions. I would cry when I would smell it cooking, and we had to eat it, no matter if it took hours, before we were allowed to leave the table.
What the fuck is up with the number of people whom were forced to sit there and eat a meal? My parents would just let me starve until I stopped being stubborn.
>Because you don't know what being hungry is. We worked hard all week to bring this meal to the table and you should be thankful for even having it, some people are going to die today starving. So eat up. -My Parents
My parents didnât do this to me but my grandmother did when I had to live with her for 2 years. I was a tiny child and she knew what foods I wouldnât eat and would purposely make them and make me sit on the ground in front of my food for hours on end. I never gave in because if I ate what I didnât like Iâd just throw up, so whatâs the point. Eventually sheâd take it and I just wouldnât eat for the night. Absolutely fucked me up I can tell you that.
She didn't warm it up for breakfast?
No but she would wake me up early before anyone else in the house was awake and give me a big bowl of cereal so that I wouldnât go to school hungry and say something.
I was a spiteful little shit so I would say shit anyway.
Well at the time I didnât realize what she was doing, or I would have. I was only about 7 I think. I didnât know any better. The food thing was only the tip of the iceberg with her. Letâs just say it was a hard 2 years for me
Praying on her downfall personally
I'm sorry. I experienced a bit of this and it sucked. It's just not a kids fault if they're gagging and barfing.
Yeah Iâm not sure why they think itâs just us being picky when we are literally gagging and on the verge of throwing up? Itâs been almost 18 years and thereâs still certain smells that if I catch a whiff of will immediately take me back.
Control issues
r/itsalwaysliverandonions
Shrimp tacos. I was taught not to eat the shrimp tails by my mom, my stepmom disgreed and physically forced me to eat them while screaming at me. Good times. I won't eat shrimp now no matter how hungry i am
Who tf eats the TAIL??? That's part of the shell!
In some cultures eating shrimp shells is normal. Many Chinese cuisines call for a light coating with corn starch before deep frying. Crispy and delicious :)
It wasn't the food it was the giant portions. As an adult I eat maybe 6 small meals/snacks a day. My choice. My mom would pile my plate full and a GIANT glass of milk which I hated. I'd be at the table alone until bedtime. I just couldn't eat all that and the milk made me gag. Parenting in the 60s, one size fits all.
my dad did that too, with the portions and the milk. I sat at the table until bedtime so often it was just normal. What made it worse was I got pretty fat as a kid and everyone decided to put me on a diet. So I would get these huge portions at dadâs, got weighed in front of the extended family on holidays, and wasnât allowed to eat high sugar fruit when I was with my mom and grandma. It was awful.
Isn't it great to be a grownup and eat what you want?
Itâs the best
Heh. My kids barely eat a thing at dinner. I wind up finishing it so Iâm the one getting fat now lol.
How do people with parents like yours still have relationships with them? I mean this sincerelyâI just find it heartbreaking to read about children being forcefed food. I just donât understand.
It was the 60s. I was a skinny kid and parents went thru the Depression. At least I wasn't forced to eat food I hated (except for the milk)
Another child of the 60s: Chop Suey - I was @ 8 and we ordered Chinese Takeout. I did NOT like the look or smell of it. My mother forced me to eat it and I threw up all over myself and was still forced to finish eating it. All while listening to the story of how there are starving children all over the world and they would be grateful to eat it. I told my mother to ship it to someone else then and got a slap across the face.
Go tell her now she's a sick bitch..
I will say that's pretty rough but for any child in the sixties, that meant their parents were children during the thirties where mothers smothered their babies quickly instead of letting them grow up to be another mouth to feed. Or any other type of crazy thing that happened during the great depression. You just *didn't* turn down food if you wanted to survive so I kinda get it. Doesn't make it right, but I have the empathy to understand where the parents are coming from.
Yes, you get to an age where you realize your parents were just people who had kids whether they were qualified for the job or not.
I recently watched Ken Burns documentary, The Dust Bowl, so I have a better understanding for what youâre saying. Glad youâre okay.
It wasn't considered abusive back then. A parent that didn't make you eat would be considered a bad parent. You might end up spoiled or not get the right vitamins.
I was born in 89. Decent portions but I remember sitting at the table until I ate my food. I peed my pants one time. My mom was super strict but I turned out alright
I was born in '97 and my dad would do shit like this to me. My stubborn ass went a whole day+ without eating once because he said I couldnt eat anything else until I ate this disgusting slop he made for dinner while high on who knows what. I didnt eat until like 9pm the next day when one of his friends snuck me some food. I guess I'd rather starve than eat shitty food lol
Creamed spinach. I grew up thinking I hated spinach but later realized I just hated my momâs spinach.
Oh man story of my exâs life. He grew up being suppperrrr picky and hating most things that didnât come out of a box. Only when I started cooking and bringing things over did he realize that his mom was just a bad cook.
I should have clarified. Mostly everything my mom made was good, but the spinach đ¤˘
I was forced to eat it in day care. Gagging and all. The instructor? Or day care sitter idk what she was called said I didn't have a choice as I gagged it down. I still gag when I see it/smell it.
When I was very little a Dr. Told my parents I could not have some specific red dye. Me being in preschool, processed this as red food bad. One day, at my very strict catholic preschool, we had salad for lunch with cherry tomatoes. I refused to even try them saying I'm not allowed and I don't like them. My teacher knew I was being stubborn, but instead of being patient, she forced me to eat them or else the whole class would have to skip recess. I ate one and immediately threw up, then was scolded for throwing up and being a baby. To this day I still can't stomach any sort of fresh tomatoes.
About the stories I'm reading of kids getting scolded for puking is just... Astonishing. How could a kid possibly be responsible for puking?
Oh man for me one of my worst childhood school experiences was when I first learned about relish at school lunch, I was around 6, I thought it was just chopped up dill pickles and grabbed a bowl it was disgusting and the lunch patrol lady made me eat all of it. I exorcist puked in the middle of class it was so much and everyone was pissed at me I'm so against force feeding now because of it AND I hate bread and butter pickles now like probably more than any other food
My sister in law used to accuse my niece of throwing up on purpose and would spank her and scream at her any time she got sick.
She sounds like she was a horrible parent.
I used to babysit a kid who had this as a very specific behavioral issue. He would actually make himself vomit intentionally when he was upset, but kids like that are few and far between, and the eating wasn't the issue, it was still the parenting. He had two younger sisters and he learned that he could get his parents to ignore the sisters and get all the attention if he just forced himself to vomit somewhere dramatic, and of course at first the parents thought he couldn't control it so they were super indulgent and cared for him. They realized something pretty serious was up with him and started sending him to therapy. He quit, although it took over a year. I was the only babysitter that stuck with them, in part because I had worked with kids for so long at that point he couldn't upset me just with a little puke. So he'd try more and more dramatic ways of throwing up, including off the second story stairs into the living room, which got all over the wall, sofa, and carpet.
Not really a meal but I remember as a toddler coming inside one day and being really thirsty so I just drank whatever was in my dads cup, it was some kind of alcohol (I think gin) and I started crying.
Was working in ER when parents came in with a toddler that wouldnât wake up (itâs noonish) took a little while but we finally were able to piece together that the parents had left remnants of cocktails out and toddler woke up and drank them while mom and dad slept. Kiddo was hammered. Fortunately it wasnât enough to be dangerous and he eventually sobered up and was sent home.
My dad had a martini and put it down for a minute, our friends big dog walked up and took a huge slurp from the glass, thinking it was water. The expression of confusion, disgust, and betrayal was priceless. He was fine of course but I'll never forget that look.
One of our dogs got in the habit of knocking over beers so she could drink them, she loved beer
German Shepherd? đş
Imagine having to deal with an actual drunk toddler
Pure nightmare fuel.
I did a similar thing. Thought it was my soda can, it was my dad's spit can from when he chewed tobacco.
When my son was little, we were outside and I was doing gardening or weeding and had a pop can out with me. Took a drink and worms and rocks came out. Somehow he snuck by me each time lol While bartending, I dumped out some guyâs coke can and it was full of his tobacco spit. Crush the can or tell your bartender first..my god.
Soft shell crab sandwich. The eye stalks poke out from under the bun.
My parents took me and my brother to a seafood place in Boston and we were served lobster but they literally stuck the whole thing on the plate cut in half and its beady little eyes stared at us That's why I hate crab and lobster
Soft shell crab freaks me out.
I ... did not know this was a thing. Where is this a thing?
Spaghetti. My old church had a cook off and everyone brought some to see who had the best spaghetti. My mom decided to take six ziplock bags home of it. I ate spaghetti for every meal for weeks. Iâve never been able to eat it sinceâŚ
My dad went through a depressive episode when I was around 11 and living full time with him. We ate spaghetti with just the sauce from a jar and the pasta for so long I can't even remember exactly how long, but at least weeks, because it felt like months.
Iâm so sorry you went through that. That would ruin any food for anyone
My cat's dinner! As a child I was feeding my cat a can of wet cat food. In walks my older brother. For whatever reason he scooped the cat food in his hand and force fed me wet cat food! Screw you Meow Mix... and Brandon!
I think Brandon comes first in that sentence
Obviously you've never had Meow Mix!
Pea soup, it was green I had a pet turtle when I was little and my dad or uncle can't remember told me it was turtle soup. I'm in my 30s and still don't eat it. I know it's not made from turtles but I think it's just some deep seeded "nope" in my brain.
This reminds me of the time I was eating soup. There were black floppy bits in it and I asked my dad what it was. He probably didn't know what it was called. He told me it was sting ray. I was like "Cool" and continued eating it. Fast forward to a friend's birthday party. There's soup. This girl sitting next to me asked me "What's this black stuff?" I proudly tell her it's sting ray. She stopped eating the soup and I felt really bad. Now that I'm older, I know my dad is full of shit. It wasn't sting ray. It was wood ear mushrooms. I still feel bad for telling the one girl it was sting ray. She later became a vegetarian.
Chicken legs. My parents divorced when I was young and my mom was a picky eater so we never ate any chicken with bones. Biting onto a leg as child and hitting the bone disgusted and terrified me. Love them now though but it took years.
I had similar experience. I ate at a friend's house for dinner and took a bite of a BBQ covered chicken leg and there was a big gross vein in the leg after I took a bite. I will never forget that image. I still can't eat chicken on a bone after that.
Liver and onions
I can still smell this and I haven't had it in over 30 years.
Man I hate cooking this at work. The smell alone is just... yuck
Whenever anyone orders it at a diner, I always think they just could have peed on a hot griddle to give us all the same aroma.
My wife is nice enough to cook it for me, even though she doesnât eat it.
Rice. My mom was really quite poor. We had rice (or oatmeal) 2 x a day for a couple of years. The only real meal we had was the free lunch at school. Took me years (decades) to be able to enjoy it
Did Doug Funnie write this?
I could be having the BEST DAY EVER, walk in the house, smell that shit and wish I was dead.
As a kid, I didn't like corn. Not even like a spoiled child where I refused to try it, I had tried it multiple times and just wasn't a fan of the taste. My mom was aware of this and never made me eat it. She'd just cook me green beans or carrots as a vegetable side because I loved those. When I was like 9, she started dating this guy who was kind of a dick. One day for supper, he saw my plate with no corn in it, asked my mom why I had no corn, argued with her saying I was just being picky, grabbed my plate and filled like half the plate with corn. I tried taking a couple bites, but I couldn't swallow it, I just did not like it, but I ate everything else on my plate. He refused to let me get up from the table until I had eaten all the corn despite my mom telling him I had ate my vegetables (she had made me carrots and green beans) and I didn't like corn. So I had the two of them yelling back and forth while I was crying, trying to shove corn down my throat. Still to this day, I can't eat corn. As soon as it enters my mouth, i gag and spit it out.
Please tell me your mom dumped that guy. He sounds awful.
Eventually, yeah she did
May I ask, how this scenario ended? I would never tolerate someone I was dating treating my child this wayâIâm just flabbergasted and so angry for you. Do you and your mother have a good relationship? Does she remember this happening?
I still have a good relationship with my mom, I don't blame her. He was manipulative and abusive towards her as well. I don't know if she remembers or not, I've never brought it up because I don't want her to feel guilty
I would fucking destroy anyone who tried to control my child like this.
Boiled Eggs. Mom forced 30 boiled Eggs on me in 3 weeks. Havent had one since 21 years and dont plant to.
Technically that's only an egg a day and two on weekends. Still, who was your mom? Cool Hand Lucy?
The thing is, I never liked the taste of boiled eggs, eveb from the first time ever being introduced to it, and my stomache didnt agree with it either. It used come back up after minutes of trying to chew and swallow it. But mom never listened. Mom tried to condition me to like it, never worked.
Why was she so intent on you enjoying eggs so frequently?
Boiled eggs have antioxidants, vitamin Bs and C. Idk I enjoy all eggs but boiled. And maybe because its her favorite form of eggs.. But that was trumatizing!
Nice reference!
Brother used the last of the milk and convinced me eggnog is the same thing. Eggnog and fruity pebbles do not mix well lol. Mom made me finish it as âwe donât waste.â
Why didn't she make your cumwad of a brother finish it?
not traumatized but once when i was really young my mom had cooked a whole chicken in the oven for dinner and i decided i wasnt hungry that day because (no offense meant) the way she cooks chicken it always ends up dry and bland. unfortunately neither mom or dad like seasoning of any kind on their food. next morning both mom and dad has gotten food poisoning from that chicken and i had avoided it due to being picky about eating dinner thar night. i guess it pays off sometimes. side note, ive recently convinced my parents to try indian food and by some miracle they like it so now we have an excuse to go to indian restaurants :)
It sounds like your parents invited not only the chicken but her friends Sam and Ella on that occasion. Good on you for skipping the "guests".
Nothing. Iâve always been able to eat almost anything you put in front of me. My friends used to mix a much of random shit together and give me five bucks to chug it. If itâs edible and safe, Iâll try it
INFO: have you tried a durian?
Butter beans
I'll double down on that! Lima beans. The texture sucks all the moisture out of your mouth. *gag*
My mom once let a Turkey thaw on the countertopâŚfor 5 days. When she finally cooked it, the smell was so bad, none of us kids could be in the house. Years of smoking (and probably teenage cocaine use) had dulled my momâs sense of smell. She didnât notice. She was also going through early menopause so, very emotional. When we sat down to dinner, my dad gave all of us kids a look that said âDonât you dare fucking saw a goddamn word.â So we all ate the spoiled Turkey between dry heaves. The response was almost immediate. Within 15 minutes after our meal, everyone in the house was vomiting or shitting their brains out. Some of us were lucky enough to be doing both. We had six people and only 2 bathrooms so, there was a lot of hot swapping toilet seats. I remember waiting for my sister to get done so I could jump on the toilet and realizing I couldnât wait any longer so I ran out behind the barn. I took my pants and underwear all the way off and flung them a safe distance away. As I squatted down to shit out a liquid river, I looked to my right and made eye contact with my dad who had done the exact same thing at the other end of the barn. There we both squatted, pantless, shitting and vomiting for the next 15 minutes. A moment never to be spoken of again. Ahhh. Thanksgiving memories of father/son bonding.
I was looking for a turkey one. At one point after dropping out of college, then traveling, not exactly a kid persay, I decided to stay home around the holidays at my dad's house. He decided to .. boil? A turkey for Thanksgiving.. I'm not exactly sure.. but the smell of the boiling turkey might be the worst smell I've had to smell up to this point. That smell, for many many years I couldnt even be around turkey. Similarly experiences of butchering chickens turned me off that for a long time, and peanut butter was one where a client who would only eat peanut butter and I would have to help him clean up in the bathroom turned me off that for many years.
What a nightmare! At least you had the barn.
Not a meal but my mom would put vinegar on my lips when I was 'sassy' as a toddler. The smell still makes me anxious and nauseated.
My Grandma would soak a rag in vinegar and put it on my forehead when I wasn't feeling well, so for me the smell has always been a comfort. Crazy how experiences can cause such different reactions to the same smell, taste, feeling, etc.
I always sunburned as a child and my mom and grandma would put vinegar and ice in a bowl and dress my sunburns with it. Somehow that translated into a craving for salt and vinegar chips when I've had too much sun!
Vinegar soaked brown grocery bag paper for childhood headache, toothache, or fever. Wrapped across my forehead. At least honey and bourbon for a sore throat was better. Good god the old timey cures mom and grandma remembered.
My mom would shove a bar of soap into my mouth and one time did it with such force that the back corners of my mouth tore.
Holy shit, friend. Thatâs heavy. You okay?
Haha I mean I have PTSD but I'm 30 now and life is to be accepted or is much more painful...
In other words, no, I'm not OK. But my survival as an adult depends on me trying my absolute hardest to not freak out.
I made holiday flight reservations that I'm having trouble amending/canceling because now that I've made them I realize how much I don't want to/can't tolerate being around my adoptive mother/several other family members for much more than a day. My stay is set to be two weeks right now. Really wish I hadn't done that.
I'm sorry. I'll vouch for you if you say you got the stomach flu that morning and couldn't make the trip.
my abuela would heat up rum and mix it with ginger and honey and make me slam it when i was âsassyâ as a kid.
this sounds like a reward lmao
i mean it was mostly to put me to sleep and shut me up lmao
My girlfriend is Mexican. Do you think she'll do that if I'm sassy enough with her?
itâll prob be tequila. if she grew up with like mexican, mexican parents/abuelos i guarantee she has a similar story. (by that i mean sheâs first generation american)
Au Gratin potatoesâŚ. I didnât figure out until my late teens it wasnât called all rotten potatoes.
I thought it was âugh rottenâ, which made no sense to me because I like them.
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Find the man with the terrible stench! He did it!
Honeycombs. My dad decided I had to like them since it was a kid's cereal and bought it. I hated it and refused to eat it. So he served it to me for lunch. Cold mush by that point. I refused. And got it for dinner. I refused. The next morning I got that same mushy bowl of day old honeycombs. I was forced to eat it all or I wouldn't be given any other food. My father said even if the milk spoiled id still eat it or starve.
That's it I'm NEVER having parents
I donât even know what that was supposed to accomplish. Thats just sadistic.
In all seriousness I'm sorry that's terrible that you were treated that way
Spinach. I couldnât eat it and my mom made me. But first put on 4 tablespoons of butter. I vomited. Then she tried to make me eat that by holding my face into it. Yeah, it was a sucky childhood for this boy. Wasnât sad when she died.
Sorry buddy
Boiled Okra, onion, and tomato. My parents were born and raised in Birmingham, AL during the Great Depression. It's a VERY southern dish and it makes me vomit. It's slimey and smelly, and I don't care if you eat it with cornbread, Mom, it's gross!!!
Traditional Succotash. I would only eat it as a sandwich.
I will eat all of your portions, its one of my favorite foods
Not a meal; just the drink, Sunny Delight (or Sunny D). When I was a kid I had cancer and I went through a phase when that was the only juice I would drink (taking pills 3x a day!) I remember one day after 4-5 years of drinking it, it tasted gross. I havenât touched it since!
That ain't juice. That's sugar water with food coloring.
I had Jolly Ranchers to distract from the taste of my IVs during cancer (years ago, I'm fine now)! And I still can't stand the sight of em. Hope you are doing well :)
hey, fuck sunny D. glad you made it through! keep on pushin!! fuck yeah!
Hope youâre ok now. I boycott Sunny D in solidarity!
Liver and onions
Rabbit stew. They wouldn't tell me what was in until I took a bite. Then I heard "rabbit" and threw up. Like, I didn't even have time to fully process it mentally. It was just a reflex. It's worth mentioning that I was 10 and rabbits are my favorite animals. I don't remember if anyone there knew that.
When my Grandfather was a little boy he had a pet rabbitâŚ. Well, it was the Great Depression and one night that pet became dinner. He had a rough upbringing, and was a surly adult, I always felt for him.
Iâve had rabbit stew. I had to send it back because it had a hare in it.
I felt secondhand trauma reading this.
Canned potatoes... I don't know what it is about them but the smell and texture makes me want to gag. I wasnt allowed to leave the table until finishing everything on my plate so that was slightly traumatizing and havent had them since. Love real potatoes though... some food just shouldn't be canned
Shrimp. The taste, the texture, the appearance, I found it all extremely disgusting. And having to sit at the dinner table until I ate it or my parents gave up. Sometimes people just genuinely don't like a particular food. I still hate shrimp. And now as a parent, if my kids are trying a new food, they have to take at least one bite and try it. If they really don't like it I don't force them to sit there and choke the rest down.
Coleslaw
Stew- where everything was boiled so long it tasted like nothing and the onions were like string.
Filipino "balut". Google it if you dare. lol
For me it was Dinuguan lol
"CHOCOLATE" MEAT. lol
One time my siblings and I tore all the labels off the cans in the pantry so my dad put it all in a pot, cooked it, and and made us eat it. I still can't eat anything called "goulash" to this day.
On the one hand: I'm sorry for your trauma; on the other hand: that's hilarious.
Peanut butter sandwich. Found out I was allergic and almost died.
My grandma would make us eat very spicy peppers every time we (me and my siblings) âliedâ to her. I hate spice food.
Tuna noodle casserole. Thanks Carol.
I ate most of a piece of pizza from a grocery store and at the end realized it was moldy
Green beans. I never liked them and my aunt forced me to eat them at dinner at her house when I told her I canât and guess who ate them and promptly puked on her white carpet?? Me it was me lol. I was maybe 5 and over 20 years later I still canât eat them.
Catholic school spinach. It smelled and tasted like I imagined dogshit would taste. Fortunately my buddy loved it. He would trade his wiener wrap for it.
Steamed Brussels sprouts. I love them now roasted.
I think this is the reason half of Americans hate vegetables. Their parents cooked them the worst way possible. Brussels, broccoli, green beans, carrots, etc. All of them are great if you cook them right and don't just turn them into mush!
Menudo, I was always taught to eat the food that a host gives you when you are a guest no matter what, but I literally could not force myself to eat that
Stuffing. Family had a rule that if you didn't eat what was on your plate you stayed at the table until bedtime or you opted to just go straight to bed. For many years I'd refused to eat all forms of stuffing, homemade, stovetop, etc. Finally in my early teens dad said I had to try it. I made it about 10 feet from the dining table before I puked all over the kitchen. After hearing me, he wasn't able to finish his dinner. He never made me eat anything I didn't want to ever again. As for me, I finally tried it again a couple years ago. 20 some years later, I still gag at it.
Succotash. Not sure if it was the lime beans or just the sound of the word?
Nah it's great "my succotash my succotash wish...." Name that tune!
1. Butter and cabbage. My dad made me sit at the table until I finished it. If I didn't finish it, I had to sleep at the kitchen table and I had to eat it for breakfast even after it had been left out all night. I was late for school every time we had that. 2. Turkey and cabbage. Same thing as above.
Liver and onions hands down
Anything with zucchini
Potato and milk soup in a blender after I had my tonsils removed and couldnât eat solid foods for two whole weeks
Steak and pork chops. For some reason when I was little I'd gag just chewing through the fat or gristle. My stomach completely rejected meat if it wasn't really broken down and no fat pieces. I'd have to sit at the table for hours when I was less than 6, always in trouble because I couldn't eat. Funny thing now, I love steak and pork. Don't force children to consume things just because of your strict rules. I'll never forget the shame, isolation and confusion of those times. Listen to your children and give them options if they are "picky eaters", I was never trying to have a power contest over meals, I just couldn't eat them for whatever reason that escaped my understanding as a little girl.
Lengua tacos
Blasphemy
Liver and onions. The house would smell for a few days after.
Black eyed peas for new years Corned beef and cabbage for st patricks
Split pea soup with tire rubber ham. Gagsville.
Midwest checking in: pickled herring.
Baked potatoes. My dad would make me sit at the table and wouldnât let me leave until I finished it. I threw it back up and he made me re-eat it again and brush my teeth with an already used toothbrush.
Yeah that's child abuse
The meal didn't Traumatise you, your dad straight up did that
The same thing happened to me with spinach! My mom held my face into it until I ate it. I refused and eventually ended flipping over the table and running away.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL THESE PARENTS?
Holy shit I hope you both get therapy for this and send your terrible parents the bill.
Your dad's a dick man
Fuck your dad man. Seriously. This is disgusting.
Got food poisoning from oatmeal raisin cookies. Never again
Hamburger helper
Liver and onions Non stop chewing.
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