I feel desperate right now. I tried to put this on my journey thread, but it said I could not search for it right now, and that's the only way I know to find it because it's been so long since I've posted to it.
I was seeing my therapist twice a week and we were struggling, but maybe making a little progress, but three weeks ago she went out on maternity leave and set us up to see another therapist once a week for while she's out. The first week we saw no one, because she went into labor early, before she had scheduled us with this other therapist. The last two weeks we saw this therapist, felt terribly uncomfortable, curled up in a ball and couldn't speak. This last week we were struggling to even keep the eyes open, except when startled. That afternoon we called the clinic and left a message for KG, who used to be our therapist, before she was promoted to clinical director. I told her that we couldn't see this other therapist, so could we just skip therapy until our T comes back. The next day was July 4, so she called me back on last Friday. She wasn't okay letting me just go without and offered to let me see this therapist less often than weekly, or for me to see her (KG) instead. I agreed to see her, but only every two weeks. That was a great relief.
On the other hand, our eating disorder and self-harm symptoms are getting out of control. Our kids are away at camp for a few more weeks. We were doing okay, because a neighbor's teenager was staying with us to help with some home improvement projects and basically force us to be accountable to someone for our time. Unfortunately, she got herself grounded and had to stay home for the past two days. We went to church this morning, but other than that, we've been binging and purging all the time. Our weight has been creeping up, which is healthy, but way beyond the limits set by Christian, and makes us feel totally out of control and panicky and desperate. Part of tonight's journal entry is:
We purged after dinner and just kept binging and vomiting all night long. I wanted to stop! I was eating foods that no longer tasted good! My hands were putting food in my mouth that I did not want to eat! I don’t know how to stop this! I hate me! How can I live like this? I weighed myself and it’s 101.0! I literally want to slice the flesh off my body. I don’t know how to go on. I don’t want anyone to know I weigh this much! I can’t show my face in this world! Christian can’t stand me! He hates me and wants me to bleed and hurt!
I don't know what to do. We have no therapy set up. KG said she'd call us back to set something up after she checked her schedule. Christian's been cutting us worse each night. I'm afraid he might do damage and I don't want the kids to find out that while they were gone, we had to get stitches because of self-harm. We're so panicked about the weight. We just want to peel it off. We feel so out of control. I just want to go to sleep for a long, long time, and wake up in a smaller body, so the rulemaker would no longer be mad at me, and for Seven to be far away, not making me think of binging all the time. I want to think about nothing and have time cease to exist.
I'm sorry to carry on these negative ramblings so long.
KK