Fear, you say? TVE I've got a story that will make you look normal.
When I was 5 or 6 years old, my mom tried to feed me some spinach and, of course, I didn't want to. For some reason she was in an especially bad mood that day and instead of just sending me to my room or something she decided I was going to eat the goddamn spinach come hell or high water. Next thing I know, she's chasing me around the house with a bag of spinach trying to force it down my throat. I got to the bathroom and locked myself in. I sat there for as long as I could (felt like hours). When I emerged, my mom held my arms down and tried to shove a handful of spinach down my throat. I gagged from the taste, then puked everywhere because she had her hand so far down my throat.
I don't really remember what happened after that, but for most of my childhood (until I was 15 or so) I was absolutely repulsed by spinach, lettuce, cabbage, all the leafy greens. As soon as I saw the stuff, I would be nauseous. I remember my mom left a lettuce leaf on the keyboard once as a prank, but I flipped and ended up swapping the keyboard with one we had in the attic. Whenever we went to restaurants I would get sick when I saw people eating salads. Most embarrassing of all, I remember one particularly ridiculous incident where she made me walk through the produce section of the supermarket and I panicked and threw up all over myself.
I've gotten a bit better with it over the years, but it's still pretty shit. Like, I can actually be in the same room as it now. I still don't think I'll ever be able to eat it, which sucks because whenever we go out to eat it isn't about what I want to eat as much as it is what I think will be safe to eat. And I can't stand that my family still tries shit with the ****ing pranks.