Yeah me too. But then my favorite flavor is Phish Food so what can I say

Wrong takeaway, and all, but ... Tanmanjeet is a really lovely name.

I watch a lot of British TV, so I’ve definitely heard it a lot, but it seems to be mostly in shows set between like ... 1920-1970. So it’s dated, too, right?

So we know you’re not a member of Congress then.

Also you have to respect that he always performs naked.

My stepson is very high-functioning and he still has this issue. There’s something about the spectrum and sensory issues I think that just makes food really difficult. 

I took mine to doctors for 12 years and was told not to worry about it. It was “oh well he has diabetes that’s hard” or “oh he has celiac so his diet is already restricted” and never mind that the issues started before we knew he had either of these.

I’m not even sure it’s the “processed” part so much as various textures and flavors. In my stepson’s case, he’d eat things like chips, mac and cheese, plain bean burritos, and pretty much anything sweet. Like, we found entire tubs of frosting, licked clean, in his room. When he was little, he used to sneak out of his…

And even when you insist to doctor after doctor, over and over again for a decade, that your child has an eating disorder, that finding they’ve eaten an entire box of mashed potato flakes (without cooking them) aaaand three boxes of pudding mix (yeaaahhh just the mix) is NOT NORMAL... you still might not be able to…

Honestly that’s more tempting than putting my dog in there

And I’d been telling doctors that my stepson has an eating disorder since he was even younger than 7. It wasn’t until THIS YEAR, after he was 18, that someone finally listened to me. It's so hard to get help for this when your child is a boy.

I had been saying that my stepson had an eating disorder for at least 10 years. That’s more than half his life. And every time I got dismissed because the doctor would attribute it to something else.

I once made my stepson eat ONE BITE of lettuce. He promptly vomited all over the table. Now try repeating that every damn meal forever.

My stepson is also on the spectrum with ARFID. We did pretty well getting him to eat better when he was with us, until he turned 18 and decided he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to anymore.

I'm glad my boy is small. If I HAD to take him on a plane at least I could keep him with me. He doesn't even like the car though so a 7 hour flight would never be something I'd want to subject him to. 

It’s my daughter’s middle name, and when she went to renew her ID a few years ago, the system mysteriously said it couldn’t renew until a supervisor fixed it. We don’t know if it was the middle name, but there was no other reason we could imagine. It wasn't expired and she doesn't drive so there were no violations. 

My husband is named Ben. And for a while he had a collection of ways restaurants and coffee shops misspelled his name. Which is, again, BEN. You'd think that's easy. But he's had Bean, Barn, Baen, Born... it's just Ben! It's not weird! He's not even trying to get them to spell "Benjamin" just 3 letters of it!

Most of Santa Barbara, California. If I had to narrow it down, I’d say this restaurant/nightclub on State Street that was called Zelo in the 90's but I don’t even know if it still exists now because I haven’t been back to Santa Barbara in at least a decade.

I very much need that hat for my sister’s wedding next year.

I legitimately know that Kyle.