CloudShark wrote:Hey, I was anorexic for a short time before it turned into really bad bulimia (this was a long time ago). I'm recovered now, but the unhealthy thoughts and attitudes still there. It's a bit like being a recovering alchoholic! In fact, a couple of people were really mean about it took the mickey about it.
I'm not offended, just concerned that you are feeling so down on yourself. It seems like you've got a unhealthy relationship with food and body image issues. I guess what you wrote is worrying, because I wouldn't wish an eating disorder on anyone. Please don't be tempted by the bulimic route either, People always think of those guys as skinny, but it can make you get fat in the long run.
Why not get fit, healthy and eat good food. Start thinking of looking after your body and giving it what it needs. That will make you feel much better and confident. That helps with getting the right type of attention!
I'm happy to talk about these issues. I'm long past finding them triggering. x
Thanks for the healthy suggestion, you seem like a sweet person. To be honest, though, part of me really wants to be a mess, but in a way that most people might find sympathetic.
I grew up in a family of four - mother, father and brother, plus me. And I felt like I was the only sane person is the entire family, even included extended relatives who stayed in denial and turned blind eyes. I'm not sure what would have happened if I hadn't been unusually 'strong' for say even a 12-year-old. I didn't have my own emotions, or my own hobbies, or dreams, or anything. I just did the role of rock and manager for everyone. Whether it was dragging my drunk father home because he passed out in someone else's yard in cold weather, or protecting my younger, dissociated brother from my father's drunken, perverse rages while my mother abandoned us for periods of time, or playing the role of my mother's therapist during the nasty, crazy divorce.
I know it's immature but I feel like I never got my chance to have a breakdown, and I resent being "strong". I always hated it when people praised me for being strong or "mature for my age". Like it was a good thing. I think it was a necessary thing, and more fake-it-til-you-make-it than genuine. But not really a good thing.
I would like to be a broken down, pitiful mess and have my mother see what she has done. But nobody can ever see it. If I made suicide attempts or showed off my self-harm, it would emotionally hurt my brother, so I always feel like I can't. I can't get back at my mother without hurting my brother. Plus I can't get back at my mother anyway because she doesn't feel. In her wedding photos of her second message, I am smiling but I look awful. I have dried blood on my arms and huge dark bags under my eyes. But nobody around me notices.
So maybe starving just feels like a safer way to validate myself, because it's not like gambling with pills or blades. At any time I could knock it off and start eating again, and it takes like at least a month to starve to death. It would be a bug window of opportunity for her to acknowledge what she has done.
But I also know there is no point in that, either. It will never happen. Maybe that is why I end up binge eating instead every time. When I graduated from high school she told me she wanted me out of the house so that she could have my bedroom to use an as office for herself. The only place I had to go was to move in with a new boyfriend, which was a BAD idea. But I left, I did what she wanted. Then she told everyone that I left of my own decision and "abandoned her" because I had an attitude problem. That was almost 8 years ago and she still denies it to this day, even in spite of a witness.
Dang that got long-winded. Ventventvent