The culinary culture in my place doesn't demand fish to be deboned. Hence, we eat fish with the head intact and eat the head as well. So, I don't have a hatred for fish bones; it's part of the culinary experience.
Once I had no choice but to eat whatever I could get my hands on other than chicken and pasta, hunger will override everything. Now I went from extremely picky to not picky at all. I'm ready for the apocalypse. I can eat my neighbors if need be.
There's a bit of difference between an autistic person who can't eat something because of the texture and being a picky eater. It may not be a wide chasm, but they are definitely different.
Fish bone could be annoying, but I don’t hate them that much that I will stop eating the fish if I found a single fish bone. That’s just wasting food for me.
What? A fish bone stuck in my throat? I’ll proceed with eating a spoon of rice and swallow it without chewing it first. A common tips that parent pass it to their children in my place.
I just realized that this post was posted under autism Lemmy account. My previous responses wasn’t about anything related to autism. Just perspective from people with different culture.