One day we were asking wether we wanted the entry dish or not. I decided to try it, as I was taught to always try new foods before saying I don’t like them and I was the only one who said so. That dish was honestly atrocious (I can handle most foods, even by non-autistic standards, but this was vile in all the ways school food can be) and I was supposed to finish my plate before the next dish could be served. All the other 59 kids, plus the two ladies, were waiting for me to finish that stuff. I don’t remember what happened next and perhaps it’s for the best.
Waaooooowwww. That sucks. Good on you for sticking to your rules and giving it a shot! I have a few experiences that I can't remember, but I know I definitely should. Considering the silly inconsequential things I remember, there's no way I don't remember certain events. It's like my brain has the memories but prevents me from remembering them. I think that if I try hard enough I could, but when I start teasing my self with it, I get a sudden sense of doom, stop immediately and do something distracting to change my focus. Maybe it's best to leave those alone. There's a reason my brain is deciding to forget the experiences. Whatever they were, I'm sure I learned the lessons I needed from them. There's no need to relive them.