by SystemFlo » Sat Mar 07, 2020 7:00 pm
It's me, Flor. I've been coming in here several times in past days when I've been close to front, and tried to write something, but then gone away without saying anything. Sometimes I've fallen in sleep and sometimes trying to write just makes me feel too bad and I've given up.
It's what I do when I'm not well, I go away from people and feel they don't want me.
I know it doesn't sound so big to end therapy, or change main front. Some don't even have one, or change it all the time. We don't. When Fourteen got connection with the outside memory, he remembered being out living this life, when we were a teen. Outside life has been mine for decades, but I failed.
He lives like we did as a teen, only now alone. He has candles burning all the time, like we used to. He listens to that old music, reads old books we used to like. He's never ran a household before, but he's not stupid. With some things he does it way better than I did. I gave up finances years ago. Now he has found out how much debt we have and where, he's payed some back and made paying deals. He has money for that, because he doesn't use it much for living. He makes lists what he needs and finds out where to find it cheap, goes shopping with a list. Buys when it's cheap, cooks and puts food to freezer. That's all way smarter than my ways were. He tries very hard and he's not dumb. He can do it, technically. Our cupboards and freezer are full. He's not eating tho, it's a safety thing to have everything you could need.
It's eating disorder that really runs his life, or he runs his life around eating disorder. Body has lost a lot of weight. It's weird to look into the mirror, you can see it from the face and everywhere. He's on his own, there's no one looking after him, he can go as extreme as he wants to, or has to. It takes lot of time. I won't go into details or numbers, cause I know they trigger other people with EDs.
I don't think it's all about the weight, he's just trying to cope, cause things are too much for him to handle. In the end he's suddenly trying to live life built for someone else. He can never make it his, life of a 14 year old, because he's all alone and he'd need parents, adults, someone to care and look after him, but we'll never have that. It's better for him to count calories and exercise endlessly than realize there's no hope, because body grew up to be an adult and there's nothing he can do about it and what it means. Our chance to be cared was gone long time ago. There's no one to care how much we weigh.
Flor