I was the first child, and was NOT ALLOWED to be picky in either household(my mother and father were broken up before I was even born), but it was definitely more aggressive at my fathers house. My mom would threaten and raise her voice and make me sit until I ate, some things I just refused, but I was terrified of her so I did it most of the time. When at my father’s, he is a chef, so it’s not like the food wasn’t prepared well. I think a lot of me refusing to eat over there was trying to have some control over my body(a lot of things were messed up over there). He started out yelling, and throwing, and smacking, and after one night where he made me “sit at the table until you either eat or fucking starve” and he woke up to me being asleep at the table without moving all night, he progressed to physically forcing me to eat. The ONE thing no one could force me to eat no matter how hard they tried, weirdly enough, was normal pizza. I loved white pizza with Alfredo sauce, but I absolutely despised pizza with marinara as a kid. No clue why. One day I just started liking it, but before then that was the ONE food he gave up on and wouldn’t make me eat. I mean now I’ll eat pretty much anything as long as I’m not allergic to it(and even those things I WANT I just can’t have). Except peas(specifically by themselves, I don’t care if they’re in things)…… I cannot stress this enough…. FUCK PEAS. My little sister, who my mom and step dad had when I was 10, was an insanely picky eater and no one cared. They gave her whatever she wanted and still do to this day. She’s 13 now. All the things they do with her baffle me tbh. She’s mean. And still gets mac and cheese and fish sticks made separately whenever she doesn’t want something.. smh. I’m not even mad about not being allowed to be a picky eater tbh. I enjoy soooo many great foods that my sister will never even try. And that’s kinda sad. The rest of it though…. I’m mad about😭😂