If there is one thing that used to strike absolute fear into my heart, it was the phrase "You need a haircut." For a typical kid, a trip to the barber is a rite of passage. For my son, it was like asking him to walk into a den of lions while someone blew a whistle in his ear.
If I had a dollar for every time I cooked a full meal only to have my kid refuse to even look at it, I would be retired on a beach somewhere right now. For parents of kids with sensory issues or ADHD, "picky eating" is often a lot more than just being stubborn. It is about textures that feel like slime, smells that feel like a punch in the nose, and the genuine fear of a new flavor.
Hey there. If you’re reading this while drinking lukewarm coffee that you’ve reheated three times, while maybe hiding in the bathroom for two minutes of peace, then pull up a chair. You are my people.