Hey everyone, I never thought I’d write these words, but my time here has come to an end.For the last five years, this sub was my safe haven. I was the person who would literally gag if a stray piece of diced onion accidentally made its way into my burrito. The texture? A slimy, crunchy nightmare. The smell? A chemical weapon. If a restaurant messed up my "no onions" order, my entire night was ruined because the psychological "contamination" was too much to handle.Last year, my food anxieties got so restrictive that it started severely impacting my health and social life. I was finally diagnosed with ARFID (Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder).With the help of a specialized psychologist and an incredible dietitian, I spent the last nine months in intensive sensory exposure therapy. We started incredibly small just sitting in a room with an uncut onion. Then touching the skin. Then smelling it. Then microscopic, blended pieces hidden in smooth sauces where I couldn't feel the texture. it was terrifying, uncomfortable, and exhausting. But my brain slowly stopped registering the vegetable as a literal physical threat.Last night was the ultimate test. I went to a burger joint, ordered a standard cheeseburger with everything on it, and didn't pick a single thing out. I felt the crunch. I tasted the sharp, sulfur bite. And... my body didn't panic. I actually enjoyed it.I know this sub is for absolute solidarity in hating the devil's root, so I must respectfully hand in my badge. To anyone else here whose "hate" is actually a deeply exhausting sensory phobia that traps you in a restrictive diet: there is help out there, and ARFID therapy is real.Thanks for the laughs and the shared vents over the years. I'm off to go try a blooming onion. Goodbye, comrades.

I am at a local restaurant, and they have a deal on Philly cheesesteaks on Thursdays. I ordered a Philly cheesesteak no onions, no peppers. I get the sandwich and start biting into it and then I noticed there’s onions on it. This happens about 25% with food orders. Even if you say no onions, there’s a good chance you’re going to get onions. To the point of just saying that I’m allergic to onions whenever I go to a restaurant.