I am Korean, but I hate raw kimchi

I am Korean,(from South Korea, this should be the assumption if you wander in to a blog of a Korean person next time since I don't think many North Koreans have internet) but I hate raw kimchi.

Now, what I mean 'raw' here is quite literally 'not cooked'. The most usual type which is fermented. It does not matter of how fermented or what material it used. Eating one makes my gorge rise and I feel like or sometimes actually 'do' throw-up.

The exceptions are
(1)When they are cooked so much that the kimchi loses its kick. I like those kimchi fried rice, kimchi fried with pork.

(2)I visit my friend's place, and his or her mom brings out her family's kimchi and says with a wide smile "Oh, this year our kimchi is done so well! You should definitely try" This is when I bring up all my energy I have in me to smile, eat a big piece and really really try to swallow it without letting my frind's mom notice my facial musles twitching, and if I am lucky I return her a big smile with a flattering comment of how 'awesome' her kimchi is.

These days I find the disliking of kimchi among Koreans to be more common. I have a number of Korean friends who shares this dislking for Kimchi. We are just hard to spot and often go unnoticed because if we keep quite other Koreans are busy eating the kimchi and does not notice that we are not eating it.

Now, how did this come about? After hundreds of nudging from my mother telling me that 'this kimchi' is different for the first 20 years of my life I still managed to hate the raw kimchi. The hate is deep, and it goes quite far back.

Apparently as a 3-4 year old I loved all sorts of raw kimchis I don't remember much of this but my parents commented on this several times.

What soured my relationship with it was the force feeding of a very spicy kimchi when I was 5. The kingdergarden teacher who were serving lunch on that very day was adament that everything served be finished. The kimchi served that day was exceptionally spicy and despite my refusal she managed to force feed it to me.

Afterwards, I couldn't eat it. Just smelling it sometimes made me want to throw up.

This was hardened once more when I was in third year elementary school, and I remember this part much more in detail. It was another force feeding teacher. However this time, it was a different type of forcing. She would not let me go home until I finished that kimchi. Even after sitting in front of the desk for additional hour or two she would just wait until I finished it. She didn't do this every day but on some special occassions when she felt like it.

I remember how slow the time passed when I sat at my desk, at that point often alone since all the other kids went back home. The teacher was sitting at her desk in the front with her legs crossed, texting on her phone. She seemed so out of it but managed to throw me a stare in 5 to 10 minute intervals.

She could do this for the whole day. She did let me go to the toilet if I left my bag and this was my salvation in a way. What I did was shove the whole serving of kimchi(sometimes had to do 2-3 rounds of this) in my mouth, nonchalantly stand up from my desk, and run to the toilet down the corridor and either throw up or spit all out.

I think she kind of knew it, but she also wanted to go home.
Later on I learned to do this while there are more kids left so that I can go back home on time.

Fortunately I did not have too many teachers like that afterwards.

This teacher who force fed me kimchi seemed so detached all the time, and not smiling at all. She got married at the end of the year. She invited the whole class and I saw her smiling so brightly for the first time.
I remember thinking 'oh the husband must have super powers!' and then thought 'hope he is not picky with food, or he needs to find a place where the toilet is really near the kitchen'