So what if I'm a picky eater

I just got off the phone with a friend who was complaining about how much of a picky eater I am. she literally told me that I'm a pain in the (you know what). I am not an extreme case. I can generally get by in restaurants because you have a menu to choose from and you can usually find a nice safe steak or something. Of course, eating at people’s houses is much harder because there’s only one thing to eat and your friend or the host made it. I reveal my food problem to people if the need arises or the conversation is going that way. Some people are great about it and can see how someone might have a problem with certain foods.

I told my friend I did not want to go to Buffalo Wilds Wings because I'm not a fan of wings and she got so upset with me. I told her I would go, but I wasn't really that hungry so I would just keep her company. I know that my friend just does not realize how difficult it is for me to eat some things and that they were not to be taken too seriously but I still took it very hard. I felt as though I was transported back to an incident in my early childhood when I was forced to sit at the dinner table at home and eat this spinach soup that my mom made. Once I saw that they were not looking I attempted to throw it in the garbage, but I got caught. As a result, I was served a second bowl of soup that I was to eat after I finished whatever was left of the first one. Some things just feel funny in my mouth, so I won't eat it. Why is that such a big deal??