Hi there,
I joined up here to hopefully be able to get to know people who might have similar problems to mine. This was the forum i consider most related to my issues so here I am.
I'm 28 years old, mum to a gorgeous 4 year old boy and in a generally stable relationship with a guy I love more than anything. So where's the problem? Myself, is the answer.
I developed issues with eating at 13, I used to throw my packed lunches away, skip breakfast etc. I was always skinny but never enough to raise concern. My mum was in and out of a psych ward for most of my teens so I don't know if I was trying to get attention or what. I know I was unhappy and felt very alone.
At 18 I went to uni, mum was still in and out of hospital and I still had problems making friends. I had a boyfriend who was ok, and I had a couple of stupid, borderline abusive relationships with men. At the time I told myself I was trying to be independent and live my life for myself. It went wrong. I started to diet and self harm.
I met my current partner 6 years ago. He hated my self harming and threatened to tell my parents if I didn't stop. Sounds harsh, but it worked. I stopped, it was a struggle and I am still tempted now, but I could not bear for my parents to know that I am not the strong, together person they believe me to be. I was always the academic one, getting high grades, studying hard, the good one, the rock to my dad when mum was ill...
All along I've struggled with eating, when my son was born I was huge. I breast fed and dropped 2 dress sizes in 6 months. Great. A further 6 months later I weighed less than before I was pregnant, who says having children destroys your body - but seriously I wasn't happy, wasn't eating much and losing weight. About 18 months ago people started to comment that my clothes were hanging off me, I looked too thin, my partner argued with me that a slice of toast doesn't constitute a meal and that I was using food as weapon and should stop acting childish...
I tried really hard to change and eat 'normally' and managed to put about half a stone back on. But then my dad got ill with cancer (it was caught early thankfully) a really stressful time and I started to obsess about food again. I went on a health food diet, I couldn't sustain that cos my family hated the food, so I just started feeding them normal food and calorie counting myself. I'm in a mess now, I eat so few calories I can't count how many in a day but at a guess I would say easily less than 1000, some days I don't eat at all. My BMI is borderline on underweight/normal so I'm not too worried.
I'm just fed up of dealing with everything alone, and hope that some one out there might relate to what I'm saying and want to talk or help each other.
Thanks,
Liz