A good way to start out in a support group is to know who you’re supporting. So, I figured that it would be a good idea to have an area where we can introduce ourselves, describe our symptoms and difficulties in life as a result of HSTBS.
I’m Scott, founder of the HSTBS Support Blog. Neil (your co-admin on this blog) sparked the idea in his blog post that has been getting a lot of attention as of late. I figured since we are probably scattered all across the fruited plain and beyond, it might be easier to start out online and we can grow from there.
I’ve always been labeled as “picky.” Even after citing the evidence to my parents, they still don’t buy it. I’m probably more of a medium taster (maybe even a high-medium) than a supertaster. I can’t stand cooked spinanch (though raw in a ranch dressing-coated salad is OK). Broccoli is not my thing unless cooked and coated in Velveeta (which detracts the bitterness) or raw with plenty of ranch dressing do dip it in. Soggy cereal is yucky. I hate mayo, but love ice cream. Strong coffee is bad, but with enough sugar and milk, it can be overcome. Carbonated beverages that are no longer carbonated are just plain bad. Fat on steaks and such must be thoroughly removed before consumption. Therefore, I firmly oppose “chewing the fat.”
Neil, tell us about your HSTBS life!
I’m not sure where I acquired HSTBS. I was allergic to some basic things when I was young, including wheat and eggs, so that eliminated a lot of foods from my diet. Maybe I just never acquired a taste for things. Or maybe I’m just a pain to try and feed. But I think it is most likely highly sensitive taste buds that detect bad taste where others don’t.
Fortunately, my parents didn’t make too big a deal out of it. I ate tons of cereal growing up. I had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every day except two (literally – I remember the days) in elementary school.
The biggest problem is that one of my daughters has HSTBS, so of course my wife blames me!
People seem to find my choosy palate interesting, as it is a never-ending source of humor for them. I went on a mission trips to Kenya in 2004 and 2005 and friends were afraid I would starve. We took along plenty of “Neil foods” such as PB&J, granola bars, chips, etc. so I survived.
OK, now it’s your turn! Comment below with your intro! Remember, HSTBS+’ers can be of any age so keep your comments appropriate as such.