Yeah, I know they're everywhere. Can't stand 'em. I tried. I tried different varieties, different methods... finally one of the men in the Buddhist group I was attending said "I think you need to accept you don't like onions." He set me free.
My mother did the kindest thing she could for me; at 12, she refused to cook for me anymore. I went vegetarian, and in protest, this was the route she went. I still occasionally thank her. I had to learn to cook for myself, and it opened up new doors for me. My recipes as a kid weren't too intricate, but I learned the basics young(and I realized if I put green food coloring in my cakes and told my sisters they were moldy they wouldn't eat them). Today, my kitchen is my sanctuary, and I am well aware of the popularity and necessity of onions in some regions. Occasionally I find a recipe in which they can't be omitted, and then I substitute the white part of a leek. (That's why I think its the texture I can't tolerate.)