From the time my mother started feeding me solid food my body rejected most of it. The doctors told her that I would eat what my family was when I was hungry enough. My mother soon stopped listening to them because she tired of cleaning up vomit. My elementary school kept spare clothes in the nurses office for me to change into after I invariably puked at the first whiff of the cafeteria. I was 8 or 9 when I could finally sit at the table with my parents and siblings without gagging at the sight of them eating meat.
Now at 36, I eat pizza every day for lunch. The few other things I'll eat are PB, potatoes, breakfast (pancakes, waffles, bagels, french toast and 2 kinds of cereal dry). Apples and bananas are the only fruit I eat.
I wish I learned about this site much sooner. I didn't realize how many people were experiencing similar things. It was instant validation, so many people always told me I should try this or that and could never grasp what I meant when I said I don't eat meat. It's not a choice, I can't eat meat.