This blog entry is a call for help! Seriously, I need help.

Once I saw a story about an autistic boy who would eat ONLY donuts. Not one other food item passed through his lips. So his parents let him eat donuts all day long. My husband was horrified. I totally got it. I hope that kid didn’t develop diabetes or balloon to 600 pounds, but I had sympathy for everyone involved in that situation.

Truth #1: Although she’s not as limited as the donut kid, to say Maddie is a picky eater is an understatement.

Truth #2: You can’t really force anybody to do anything, at least not after you can no longer physically pick them up anymore. And you definitely can’t force anybody at any age to EAT anything.

I’m sure a percentage of you is thinking, “Uh, yes you can. You serve them food, and eventually they’ll get hungry enough and they’ll eat it.” If that is you, my friend, you haven’t met Maddie. You have also probably not met a person with autism.

Maddie does like donuts, but luckily she likes more than donuts. But only about three things more. She hasn’t really eaten fruit since she stopped eating baby food, which was kind of a long time ago. OK she eats one fruit, but it’s the least fruity of the fruits. It is the magical and delicious avocado. Her pediatrician at one point did say, “That’s the perfect food!” and I was delighted because that was about the only thing she would eat that actually just grows and then you just pick it and eat it. I mean, OK, we usually cut it up or smash it and add garlic salt, and nobody eats the skin, but you know what I mean.

Her other likes are in the category of “white.”  Pasta…with butter and cheese. Rice…with butter. Vanilla ice cream on a cake cone.. String cheese or white cheddar.

White, white, white.

“Toast is life” is her mantra.

Luckily she’ll eat eggs. So I have mastered the scrambled egg. On toast, of course.

She also likes honey roasted turkey and, very specifically, cold, dark-meat chicken with salt.

She will also eat cheese pizza without too much sauce, but only on occasion.

And then there’s the real crap, like Cheetos (not white, but also not really food) and the very occasional and appropriately maligned fries and chicken nuggets from McDonald’s. (Question: what is the voodoo they use to make you feel both stuffed and hungry at the same time? I don’t know but it scares me.)

And there you have it: her diet in a nutshell. There are probably a few other white foods I’m leaving out, but you get the idea. (Oh, yeah, pancakes and French toast and croissants).

Several months ago she announced she had decided she should eat an avocado every single day. I was surprised that she was thinking much about anything with the word “should” in it. But now I try very hard to maintain our supply of avocados, which at the moment I’m failing at because yesterday she discovered the most magical of food combinations—avocado toast—and that’s pretty much all she’s eaten for the last three meals. That’s good because it’s better than the old avocado with chips snack she favored, in which one molecule of avocado is consumed with each chip.

Also yesterday something incredible and exciting and terrifying happened: Maddie asked me how she could lose weight. Incredible because she that’s a sign of her own self-awareness that I rarely see. Exciting because her health would benefit from both weight loss and a better diet. And terrifying because she is so darned picky that I don’t know how or even if I can help her make this happen.

“Are you not happy with your body right now?” I asked her.

In response, she wiggled her hand to say “so-so.” She didn’t appear upset in any way, just informative and practical, which was a huge relief for me.

I said, “Well, what I do when I want to lose weight is I cut back on things like bread and pasta and try to eat more fruits and vegetables.”

Simple? Yes! Easy? God no, especially not for this kid. I like salads and certain fruits when they are perfect and in season. I like lots of green things. So I can adjust my diet pretty easily. But what do you do when you can’t force yourself to eat fruits and vegetables?

This is not simply a preference for Maddie. This is where her previously overwhelming sensory issues, which have otherwise mostly vaporized, still rule her life. Trying new foods isn’t just a matter of interest or lack thereof, it’s a matter of fear. Even if this new flavor might even be OK, there’s a good chance the texture might be a dealbreaker.

But for the moment she is curious and even a little bit open to expanding her repertoire. Part of me wishes she would have waited about a month to bring this up because I was reserving my mental energy for the final school push. And now this is consuming my thoughts.

How will I help her? CAN I help her? Who can help me help her? Who knows how to help a person with such serious food aversion change what and how they eat? What might she like? I would be happy if she added two new fresh foods to her diet. Just two! That sounds doable in a way, but an insurmountable problem in another way.

I will try to combat my fears and anxieties with doing things and learning things. We will try together. We will take teeny tiny baby steps. This, like everything else with parenting, is about the long game. And so, we shuffle one foot forward and look forward to moving the other one.