I am with you sephora... after observing some awful vista of a knackeryard not so far away from a place I used to live in the days of yore in Texas, I had problems with beef for a long, long time for the same reason.
Now I am okay with something like mince or perfectly filleted slice which has minimal reminder of its former life, then I try not to think about where it comes from, and I can eat them.
The same thing with fish... when we buy them whole, Cris picks out the fish from the stall (I can't bear the sight of dead, or almost dead fish...), then does all the dirty work while I just go outside until the coast is clear.
Maybe you can have someone slice them up nicely, and tell yourself its simply a form of "food", and block out the thoughts as to its source. That's how I came to terms with some form of meats... maybe not perfectly correct as an ethic, but when you live with meateaters, you need to make some compromise somewhere...