EATING

Eating has been a problem.  When Maxine sits at the table she looks at the food, after saying "I can't sit in that chair" and says, "I can't eat that"

After repeated conversations, albeit kind and couched and suggestive, about not motivating by fear, Floyd remains ultra concerned that Maxine is not eating enough.  He has threatened.  "eat that or I will shove it down  your throat", complained, "I am sick and tired of this, just eat!", demanded, "Eat" and continued other threats, commands and complaints.

After listened and trying to control myself for a long time this morning and being sort of stressed out because Mary is running the Boston marathon currently and I am having a  hard time thinking about anything else, I went out to say something.
Me:  "I think we can all relax a little, as long as she eats some things at every meal she will be just fine.  She doesn't have to eat everything"
Floyd:  "The only reason she has eaten anything is because I have fed it to her"
Me:  "Well, eating should be a pleasant experience, perhaps if we just had some pleasant conversation while eating she would just do it at her own pace"
Floyd:  "She always does this"
Me: Well I think that eating should be a pleasure and not forced.  I think all these demands might be creating some sort of power struggle"  I think we should try and make it more pleasant and pleasurable."
Floyd;  nothing

I walk back into the kitchen and Floyd says to Maxine, "Now eat! Don't put that fork down until  you have finished everything!"

I decided to write about it instead of saying anything else. But while I am typing I hear continued demands.  "Keep eating and drink  your juice!  Can  you hear me? Then start eating"

I wouldn't want to do it either and I love to eat.

So the madness continues.