Hi Seychelle,
I hadn't really thought about food being a trigger for me before but I think it probably does figure somewhere in my eating habits. My experience of food was this:
Stepmother used to make me eat certain foods she knew I didn't like, like raw black pudding sandwiches, haslet, burnt toast and marmlade. She knew I didn't like them but I had to eat them anyway. Like some of the others here I too was watched and pressured into eating everything all up. Pot noodles were the worst because she used to put pepper in them. I would have the pot noodle and two slices of bread and I would use the bread/butter to cool my mouth down after each mouthful of noodle. I always ran out of bread before I ran out of noodle which always left me with a mouth on fire.
Also Saturday mornings they would go out before I got up and I was too afraid to do myself food and so I would be starving to the point of feeling sick until they came back and made dinner. I wasn't allowed biscuits or pop they were hers ( I used to sneak swigs of pop when she wasnt there!)
She once had me peel spuds ready for dinner whilst they were out but I cut them the wrong? way and ended up being scolded for it. It sticks in my mind!
I hadn't really thought about food being a trigger for me before but I think it probably does figure somewhere in my eating habits. My experience of food was this:
Stepmother used to make me eat certain foods she knew I didn't like, like raw black pudding sandwiches, haslet, burnt toast and marmlade. She knew I didn't like them but I had to eat them anyway. Like some of the others here I too was watched and pressured into eating everything all up. Pot noodles were the worst because she used to put pepper in them. I would have the pot noodle and two slices of bread and I would use the bread/butter to cool my mouth down after each mouthful of noodle. I always ran out of bread before I ran out of noodle which always left me with a mouth on fire.
Also Saturday mornings they would go out before I got up and I was too afraid to do myself food and so I would be starving to the point of feeling sick until they came back and made dinner. I wasn't allowed biscuits or pop they were hers ( I used to sneak swigs of pop when she wasnt there!)
She once had me peel spuds ready for dinner whilst they were out but I cut them the wrong? way and ended up being scolded for it. It sticks in my mind!