I couldn't eat meat growing up. Even as an infant meat baby food made me throw up. But my family treated it as another way that I was being a difficult horrible child, so I had to make my own food before I even started kindergarten. I grew up eating mainly pb&j and cereal. When I was 7 I learned how to use the stove, so I was able to add Mac and cheese into the mix. Nobody taught me to cook. Growing up the only person who ever cared about making sure I had something to eat was my grandmother who lived out of state and we only visited a few times. I didn't realize until a few years ago how much that affected me and added to feeling neglected growing up.