Do you want to live?
If you do not eat, you will not live. Food gives us the necessary nutrients our bodies need to live.
Your Dad was wrong for saying what he did, very and plainly wrong, but sometimes for parents it reaches a point where we don’t know what to say. We see our kids hurting themselves and we see how much it is hurting our spouses.
We want everybody to stop hurting and sometimes we say the wrong things. I’m not saying this is the case with your Dad, I couldn’t say that, I don’t know him, but I want you to consider the possibility.
Are you seeing anyone yet? You said that you were being referred to a psychiatrist, has the appointment been set up?
If your Mom didn’t care how you felt this wouldn’t hurt her! You have to understand that. She cares, it shows so much in everything you say about her.
I care about how you feel, but if what you want isn’t good for you, then I don’t want you to have what you want, because I CARE!
I care about you having the GOOD and positive things that you want. Not eating is not good or positive. You have to eat or YOU WILL DIE! I don’t want you to die, I adore you and I adore our friendship.
]]>I have to say today has been such a godawful day. They make it such an unnecessary ordeal for me but when I tell them how to make it easier (and by that, I mean still with eating the same amounts) they don’t listen. Because they don’t care for what I want or feel - as long as they are happy then where’s the problem?
The thing is, the worse they make it the more I want to throw away the food they give me. It could be so much easier for me but they don’t care, what I want is completely irrelevant.
All I want is for this to die down so I can stop eating again. I just want to not have to eat again. I miss that. Next time I don’t have to eat, I really am going to make the most of it. I miss the old me, the better me, I’m nothing now and I’m just biding my time right now. Waiting.
]]>Do you think your mum would listen to you if you wrote out a long turm plan that would make this easier for you?
]]>These may seem unrelated. But the way you answer them will determine the form in which I can help best.
I know what you are saying in your post. And the apology is excepted graciously.
I love you. I will do what ever is in my power to help. That can be quite a lot if you let it be.
For those saying it is not necessary: It is to her. Saying there is no need when she sees a need is discounting her view and undermining it as unimportant. This is what made her upset to begin with. Not being heard. Not by us, perhaps. By family, friends, possibly teachers… Even more to the point. They may have heard. They just don’t bother to acknowledge to her that they have. She goes on “knowing” no one cares. True or not is irrelevant. Her perceptions are what matter.
]]>Well I think we all know I have a little problem when it comes to eating. I was trying to get myself better and I was actually doing pretty well. Then I slipped, and… well, I guess I landed hard. Last week I didn’t eat for 6 days, and school got to know about it. So I had to go through a big dealio with them, and if I ate they wouldn’t have to do anything about it. I tried to eat but it made me ill, so… following their ohhh so great policy, my parents had to know.
And after a lot of yelling, a lot of tears and a sister who got her shoes on and tried to walk out, they got it out of me, they found out I had a problem. And I have to say, they have been supportive.
But it does mean I have to eat three meals a day.
I went to the doctors yesterday and I’m being referred to a psychiatrist but I have no idea when I’m going to get an appointment. School (actually, they have been great) have added to my referral so now I’m listed as a ‘high priority’… maybe I’m officially crazy.
The big thing is in all of this… we’re playing a waiting game. There’s only so much I can force myself to do, so long I can force myself to eat. I have no idea what to do in the long run. I don’t know how to cope. This isn’t fun and it’s actually bloody awful.
There’s arguments and panics, parents making me eat a lot and pretending it’s a normal amount, not even letting me dish up my own dinners. I don’t know why but I can’t cope with it, I can’t cope with another family mealtime. If it wasn’t for my little sister there I don’t think I would eat… well, I wouldn’t be able to refuse it because that wouldn’t be allowed to happen but sitting there, it’s actual torture and I can’t do it anymore, I can’t have this happening, not knowing when I will get help, not knowing when I’m going to be able to do this… if ever.
]]>But… grr. I can’t even describe how I feel but it’s like… I’ve upset everyone, and especially my family, my family and my friends and it’s so awful. When you see people upset, when you see them cry and you know it’s all your fault, and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s so hard to even bear to live with yourself when you can see people miserable and upset, people who are your rocks who are crying because of you and you can’t change any of it, when they’re so miserable like their lives are awful and it’s all my fault and I can’t cope. I want to say sorry so much and I am but it’s not like I can just apologise and make it all better.
*cries*
We love you Charlie! and I miss you!
Having a bad day? Lots of hugs!
Love ya. :)
]]>Think 4 said it all really :) this is wot friends are for! besides you’ve helped me a lot in the past - now its my turn to help you! ~squidges~
]]>You know that none of see you the way you described.
]]>C - you are an angel, and we all do those things, we are only human.
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