My first week at school (5yrs old) was quite a shock to me. Lack of freedom... Only using the loo during break times. It seemed almost like the army. One afternoon during lessons I was desperate for a pee as was my friend.. but it was refused and we were both told to hold it. Well that was impossible.. so...out of desperation.. we both peed under the table whilst working (easy as we were wearing shorts) I was horrified to have been put in that position... and we got away with it.. Some weeks after this we were eating lunch in the hall. The teacher noticed for some reason that I had not finished the complete meal as I had left a pile of awful sloppy boiled carrots. "If you want to leave here boy you have to eat the carrots" she bellowed. My stomach churned...OMG yes she was glaring at me. I told her I could not eat them... the smell made me nauseous... and I dont ever eat them. She wasnt interested and yelled at me to EATTTTTTTTTT. I was in a real panic as I had the rest of the room as an audience as I tried to swallow the food.... more more..finish them all.... She was persistant. As I tried hard to swallow........ the meal came upppppppp.... all over the floor...and over her shoes. Boy was she mad..... and I was about ready to pass out with fear and embarrasment. I dont remember anything else about that incident but........ now at 59 I still struggle to eat in a restaurant.... and the clank of plates and cutlery makes me so nauseous... even after a lifetime almost.