Hi everyone,
I started down the road to anorexia between sixth and seventh grade. I went to a Christian camp where they had a talk on how bad it is and everything, but it had the opposite affect on me. I started it, slowly, going from just skipping breakfast or eating a tiny breakfast to skipping meals for days at a time (I usually would go about three days without eating anything, I would drink diet coke though to help with the hunger pains). I would also exercise for hours on end with no food in me at all.
Halloween of 8th grade I started throwing up and becoming stereotypical bulimic. I would purge, I would take laxatives, and you could not get me to go more then 48 hours with out a LARGE binge (of over 10,000 kcal). This went on until the summer between my senior year of high school and freshman year of college. At this point I went to a church retreat and one of the girls saw 150 laxatives in my suitcase (this retreat was only 60 hours long and I was planning on taking every single one of those). She made me tell one of the pastors and a few other people there, I was sooo mad at her, but I knew that there would be some definate misery to pay if I didn't do it. At the end of the retreat I was made to tell my parents (I was only 17 at this time, in 43 days I would turn 18).
When my parents found out, they didn't care. My mother did send me to basic counseling, but with a suicide specialist. She didn't have a clue about eating disorders. So after about a month I dropped out. I couldn't take it anymore. I started back to my old ways and my parents and I didn't care.
It was my fiancee (boyfriend at the time until about 5 hours later) was the one that could tell that I wasn't doing great, he could tell that I was relapsing and began to talk in our code about it so that the friends we were with couldn't really understand. When we were alone he asked me if I was in counseling (I had moved since then and hadn't seen my fiancee in about 3 weeks). I couldn't lie to him, and if I did he would have called me on it. I told him that I would get in counseling again, if he would understand that I was really aprehensive of it and didn't want too. He stood by my side the entire time. He wouldn't go to the sessions with me, but he was sooo supportive. We talked alot. When I was down, I knew that I could lean on him to help me through and in the beginning it was him that I was getting better for. Now I'm getting better for me.
I am now 4 months purge free and 7 months laxative free (except when the doctor made me take some for a colonoscopy).
I have my life back and everything. I still go to my psychologist, psychiatrist, internist, nutritionist, and group therapy on a regular basis though.
If you ever have questions, please feel free to PM me, or leave them here.
Thanks,
Monica
I started down the road to anorexia between sixth and seventh grade. I went to a Christian camp where they had a talk on how bad it is and everything, but it had the opposite affect on me. I started it, slowly, going from just skipping breakfast or eating a tiny breakfast to skipping meals for days at a time (I usually would go about three days without eating anything, I would drink diet coke though to help with the hunger pains). I would also exercise for hours on end with no food in me at all.
Halloween of 8th grade I started throwing up and becoming stereotypical bulimic. I would purge, I would take laxatives, and you could not get me to go more then 48 hours with out a LARGE binge (of over 10,000 kcal). This went on until the summer between my senior year of high school and freshman year of college. At this point I went to a church retreat and one of the girls saw 150 laxatives in my suitcase (this retreat was only 60 hours long and I was planning on taking every single one of those). She made me tell one of the pastors and a few other people there, I was sooo mad at her, but I knew that there would be some definate misery to pay if I didn't do it. At the end of the retreat I was made to tell my parents (I was only 17 at this time, in 43 days I would turn 18).
When my parents found out, they didn't care. My mother did send me to basic counseling, but with a suicide specialist. She didn't have a clue about eating disorders. So after about a month I dropped out. I couldn't take it anymore. I started back to my old ways and my parents and I didn't care.
It was my fiancee (boyfriend at the time until about 5 hours later) was the one that could tell that I wasn't doing great, he could tell that I was relapsing and began to talk in our code about it so that the friends we were with couldn't really understand. When we were alone he asked me if I was in counseling (I had moved since then and hadn't seen my fiancee in about 3 weeks). I couldn't lie to him, and if I did he would have called me on it. I told him that I would get in counseling again, if he would understand that I was really aprehensive of it and didn't want too. He stood by my side the entire time. He wouldn't go to the sessions with me, but he was sooo supportive. We talked alot. When I was down, I knew that I could lean on him to help me through and in the beginning it was him that I was getting better for. Now I'm getting better for me.
I am now 4 months purge free and 7 months laxative free (except when the doctor made me take some for a colonoscopy).
I have my life back and everything. I still go to my psychologist, psychiatrist, internist, nutritionist, and group therapy on a regular basis though.
If you ever have questions, please feel free to PM me, or leave them here.
Thanks,
Monica
praise God Monica! that you are doing great! i'm very happy for your success. it is a tough struggle to get into the right therepies..... please continue to add to this thread of ideas and lessons for us still struggling. there is too many secrets and perhaps you may bless those still fighting to get where you are... and encourage anyone who has found this success too. i pray that your heart is touched to reach out in fellowship here in this forum.
