Kind of a random hill to die on rn but "You'd eat this thing you hate if you got hungry enough" does not set a reasonable expectation of what "hungry enough" means for people with food problems.
Like, are we talking "stomach grumbling" hungry enough, or "can't stand up" hungry enough? Cause personally, I can make myself eat a bit of a pork chop if I'm barfy and shaking and can't see straight anymore, but if it's down to "black out for three days and wake up angry and confused" or "willingly swallow prosciutto", I'm having sleep for dinner. And I know this from experience.
People without food problems don't seem to understand this and it drives me insane. "Hungry enough" is for shit like chewing drywall because the alternative is death or cannibalism.
If I say I can't eat something, It means I can't eat it. It Is Not Edible To Me. It's not even appetizing. It literally does not register as food. You might as well hand me a rubber duck.
And it's frustrating!! Trust me, I wish I wasn't like this, too!! This isn't a choice!! I know it can be rude!! It's embarassing!! It's complicated and annoying and irrational!! That doesn't fix the problem!!
I just wish people didn't treat this sort of thing as "being picky" or lacking willpower or basic manners or something. I can't make myself eat certain foods the way you probably couldn't cut your own fingers off. Does that make sense? It's not just food. Fuck
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It’s not talked about a lot just how awful it is being a picky eater. People like to poke fun at picky eaters but I don’t want to physically recoil and cringe if the texture changes mid bite because of a chunk of tomato. No, I don’t enjoy having severely limited options because of texture. No, I don’t enjoy having to pick the mushrooms off my pizza. No, I don’t enjoy needing to ask for chicken tenders or a burger with just cheese because that’s all I know will be okay for me to eat.
It’s even worse when you work with non-picky eaters. Oh, yeah, let’s go out to dinner! Oh, you want to go to a Mexican restaurant? Oh, okay. Then I guess I will rely on chips and queso because I can’t stand the texture of beans, oh, and flour tortillas make me nauseated. Oh, a Greek restaurant? Oh, okay. I guess I’ll hope this chicken won’t upset my stomach. Oh, there’s no appetizers I could order as my meal either. Great.
That’s not to mention the embarrassment of it. The having to explain yourself. That, yes, I am a picky eater. Textures make me physically cringe and I’m unable to force myself to swallow the food. Or the lying of, no, I’m just not very hungry today. No, I’m okay. I promise.
Or explaining the things you like conditionally both because of taste and texture. Yeah I like fish, but it can’t be THAT kind of fish because it’s too fishy. Yeah I love spaghetti, but not that spaghetti because the sauce is chunky. Yeah I love chicken, but not that kind of chicken because my stomach doesn’t agree with it. Yeah I love pizza, but not from this specific place because their sauce SOMEHOW has chunks.
It sucks. I want to enjoy food. I want to try new things. I want to be able to enjoy going out to eat with people outside of my family. But it’s stressful and it makes me feel ridiculous even when I know I can’t help it.
they did it again :( another food I like to have has been Changed and I don't wike it.
the michelinas thingies with the smiley face potatoes and chicken poppers is now "wheel" potatoes and the potatoes suck now. the texture is ruined... they still taste the same but the smileys were so stimmy and nice and non-soggy. now it's just generic soggy fries number 4584587347853587
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Okay since I can't write HTR am going to be posting bs ideas.
Starting with this- Reader x platonic batfam where the reader has huge texture issues, especially when it comes to fabrics.
Like the moment when they feel a texture they don't like, they have to do something to get the feeling off their hands.
Like ususal: no use of y/n
Cw: very very small descriptions of reader getting hurt
So like if you are a vigilante that is in the batfam , you probably have your own homemade suit at first, so you know it's fabrics that you love and adored. But in a fight parts of you suit gets rips and tears, that just reinforce the quality of it. So when Batfam decides that they won't that 'no' for an answer about a new suit, you are not happy.
"I am not wearing that." You had come to the same place you would meet the everyday like normal, only to be given a new suit with a horrid texture. You needed it out of you hands in less than 3 minutes, or else your burning it. "Why would you even make that for me?"
"We just thought that it was time you had qand upgrade for a change" Nightwing was trying to be nice about, he knew that you didn't want them to make you a new suit. "I mean you have been fighting with us for a while and your suit always gets damaged the most." He was right, you never would admit it. You had spent most of your day stitching up your suit, it was torn in you fight against killer croc the day before, so you could probably use a new suit.
"Still not gonna wear it." You hand (almost throw) the suit back to nightwing. He is hesitant to accept it, but he takes it from you, you immediately wipe your hands on your jacket. "I don't know how many time I will you not to make a suit." Nightwing is offended by your words. "Oh get over it, bat and co. Makes good suits, just not for me. So let's get moving okay?"
You hate it when Batfam asks you about a your suit, it was always an up hill battle to keep their current one(even if Batfam makes suits better for the be a vigilante.) This was the first time batfam had actually made one though. The only reason you held it was to see it the fabric was better than it seemed (it was one of the worst textures you had ever felt).
Batman was not happy that you had decided to, sort of, politely decline the new suit. He even sent Nightwing who you always seemed closer to. When he saw you after you went up against killer croc, he was surprised that the clothes was even still of your body. The suit was so mangled (not to mention the cut that could have been less severe if you had a better suit) that he thought you would surely accept the new suit. He wasn't going to give up on this, not this time. You was going to find a way to make you to wear it.
"Again? I said no." Batman was more persistent this time, normally it would come once in a while, not two days in a row. "I thought you didn't do Batman's dirty work anyways, Redhood." You and Redhood were eating Batburger (of course you took off everything you couldn't stand) after your night of patrol and he showed up out of nowhere with it. so imagine your surprise when to see him pull out the same suit from yestday. You never would've thought that Batman would rope Redhood into this, or you though Redhood wouldn't let him.
"I don't but, I just happen to agree with him on this." Redhood sounds so humiliated just by saying he agrees with Batman. You squint you eyes at him, "I do, this time at least."
"No," you were blunt. This had only happened once, when you first started working with them, but they learned not to do this because you ended up doing very dumb things in you frustration with them. "I think it looks cool but no."
"Come on. You don't even know how it will feel fighting in it." Redhood was always more of the level headed one, or that how he was with you. "Just put it on and jump around, run and throw a few kicks and punches. You might like it" he pushed the suit towards you. You couldn't have moved faster while trying to avoid contact with something. "Huh?"
"Yeah no thanks. Tell Batman thanks for the offer but I am good." You quickly stuff the rest of your food and pick up your drink to go. You walk to the fire escape before turning back to Redhood. "Also this is not a good look for you dude. Be more consistent in your stances on people." You start climbing down before he could get another word in.
When Jason returned with the suit Bruce was even more confused now. You said no to the two closest people under your vigilante persona. He thought about putting you on the bench untill you said yes, but that wasn't as effective as it is with the rest do the family. So he was going to have to get creative, but for now he was just going to continue to sent different members untill the opportunity presents itself.
But on a different note, You still don't know the identity of the Batfam, but they knew your identity really quickly. So when some of the Wayne kids started coming in to your place of work it was shocking. Even when you switched jobs or went without a job for a couple of weeks they would somehow be nearby. Bruce Wayne even showed his face a couple of times at your different jobs.
(You always seemed to be the one to help him too)
Eventually you became friend with a few of them after they found talked to you enough. They were far more relaxed than you thought they would be, it was kinda cool even. But little to your knowledge Batman was going to use this connection quickly.
"I don't know man, my boss is just not letting this go this time." This how you talked about you vigilante problems in your civilian life, mostly with your friends. Duke, Cass, Steph and Barbra. "He is just so..."
"Annoying? Steph blurted out as she returns with drinks and some type of food from the amusement park concession stand.
"Stubborn?" Duke adds on grabbing his drink from Steph before she can place them down. Steph gives him an evil as she places the rest of drink on the table.
"Paranoid?" Barbra grabs Cass's and her own drink after Steph sat down next to you. You take your drink and take a long frustrated sip before slamming it down on the table.
"All of the above." You rest the side of you face on you hand as you continue to take smaller sips from your drink. "I just don't know what to do, he has sent different co-worker for the past week to try and convince me to change my uniforms. He still has yet to show his face to me yet."
"Maybe he has a good reason to ask you change you uniform." Cass didn't speak often so you always listened when she did. "I mean have you asked why?"
"Yeah, I know why and understand why, its very reasonable too" you knew Batman was right to make you a new suit but you hates that fabric more than anything you had disliked anything in recent years. The suit was an instant top ten worst textures you had ten displeasure of feeling.
"So then why do you refuse to wear it?" Barbra takes a portion of the food Steph brought before pushing it to Steph. "You seem to be pretty understanding with the reason."
"Yeah, you were ranting to so much at about him just a moment ago, but now you are okay with the reason?" Steph eating her portion quickly before passing it to you. You take a bite, you spilt out the food into a napkin after just a few bites, and push it to Duke.
"You good?" Duke pats your back as you chug your drink to get that texture out of your mouth. "Did it taste back?" He hesitates to eat it .
"I'm good and it didn't taste bad." You use another napkin to wipe away the drink. "But to answer your question, its the same reason why I spit out the food, Texture." You could see as a little bulb went off in all of their heads.
"So that why you refuse the new uniform" Cass takes a sip of her drink as Duke finishes of the rest of the food. You nod your head as all of them share a look between all of them.
Bruce felt so dumb for not realizing it sooner, it wasn't even the fact you didn't want a new suit it was that you hated the frabic it was made out of. But he didn't know what fabric you liked, and he couldn't suddenly approach you asking what textures you did like. So to find out he would need to send in someone else to find out
It was peak out at your current job at a coffee shop. You were operating on auto pilot, always in your best customers service voice your could muster. So you barely had time to look at who you were talking to before you spoke."Hello how may I-" but when finally who it was you could dropped the customer service voice "Tim, how lovely of you to come in at our rush hour." You said with to much joy for it to be genuine. "What have you come to bother me about?"
"Hello to you too. Well if you must know I wanted a coffee and to interview you for a survey for Wayne enterprises new clothing line." You scoff and lower your eyebrows before putting his six shot of expresso and coffee with an ungodly amount of creamer and a croissant "come on it will take like maybe 15 minutes tops."
"Uh huh okay. So you thought it would appropriate to come in at this time of day, when we are at our busiest? For a survey?" You turn the screen to him for him to pay. "6.46 please. Plus I thought Wayne enterprises didn do clothes."
"Tt-" you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, you knew who the that was before he could even speak. "You didn't get my order." Damian, you loved talking with him outside of work about art and shows/music you would make him get into but he was alway very particular about his drink.
"Hello Damian, let me guess a hot chocolate with only two pumps of chocolate syrup with a bit of coffee and extra whipped cream," Damian was about to interrupt you "with a warmly toasted egg sandwich for protein with a cake pop?" He looks at you with a somewhat defeat look, you got some satisfaction out of this.
"Yes and you-" he starts
"better be the one making it because you are the only one who makes it right in this lowbrow place." You and him said in unison, he only seems to be more shocked.
"Of course your royal highness, anything for you, Dami" you always said this with most antagonizing way possible. when he orders his drink from you, it was funny when you see him get embarrassed when you called him by his nickname. "Now your new total is 16.79. Pay when you're ready."
"Anyways," Damian clears his throat "it is not just any survey, it is a survey that will help Wayne enterprises for years to come." You rested your hand on counter still not impressed by this offer. They were not good sales pitches for someone like you.
"We will give you a free sample after we produce the first prototypes of it." Tim takes out Bruce's card and pays with it. You perk at the prospect of getting free clothes that could be made to your taste of texture.
"Give me a half an hour, I need to make sure I help my co-workers give through this rush hour and then i will take my lunch and we can talk as I eat." You yell back as you turned back to go make Damian's food and drink.
The 'survey' was filled with alot of questions about textures of fabric, the cut of some types of clothes. They even brought a few fabric samples too, some of which you liked, most you didn't mind and afew you hated. There was just one that you adored, is felt just right on your skin and it seems durable enough for you wear when on patrol once you got the samples. Maybe it would get the bats off your back.
Tim thanked you for participation in a survey that was only made for you. Damian had just sat the silently judging but also impressed with how well you describe the feel and texture of the fabrics. When Tim gave Bruce the results he almost right away on your new suit. He had already decided to give it to you himself.
You brush you hand over your jacket that had gotten a new rip in it, along with a pretty nasty cut that was probably gonna leave a nasty scar. "Damn it, another day off down the drain." You take out a small first aid kit patch up your cut. You were half way down when you finally noticed the ominous presence behind you. "Is that you bats? Or orphan?"
"It's me." Batman steps out from the shadows and stands over you as you continue to wrap up your cut. "I really think you should just take the suit we made you." There he goes again, you stop mid wrap and look up at him.
"Are we going to do this cycle again?" You tear and then tied up the bandage. "You say I need a new suit I say no, you insist. Then I threaten to go rouge with Redhood." Batman wears his annoyance very obviously. "Oh come one it's always fun." You tease him as you stand up.
"Maybe to you." Batman give you the side eye "but no I am not here to do that." You know what's coming. You roll your eyes and fold you arms. "You have to wear the new suit."
"Why would I?" You knew he never held anything over you "what are you going to do if I don't?" He always gave empty threats of putting you 'on the bench' as he said, but you would run off an just join the rouges for maybe a week or two, hell, you even joined a gang. So he learn quickly not to do that.
"Because am tired of seeing someone I care about get hurt some much because of something fixable." Shit- he is really serious this time, he's sharing his thoughts and feelings with you too. This was a impossiblity untill tonight's "so please just put it on, and try it out we can fix any problems with it." He pulls out a new suit.
"Fine, but I am going to be a pain in the ass with it." You extended your to grab it very carefully you out your hand on it. You knew the fabric, you had fallen in love with this fabric. "Wow..." you snatched its out his hands as you continue to feel the fabric. It was perfect, fabric wise. You stopped, how did he know... "it good quality."
"That's good, you try it on before you continue patrol to night.." he turns to leave but you grab onto his cape as you start to connect the dots. The way he kept try, and then the hang out with Steph, Cass, Duke, and Barbra. The Survey for Wayne enterprises was the last nail in the coffin.
"You are Bruce fucking Wayne"
Batman tried denying it but it was all for not. So when you learn of all of the trouble he went through for you. You teased him for a while after. Everyone joined in too, even Damian took stab at him with it. But it really touched your to think he cared so much.
