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LucyBluebell
Posted: Apr 1 2009, 07:40 PM


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It's so sad the things that ED takes away...friends, family, jobs, happiness...hopefully they can all be got back in time. Makes recovery seem all the more worthwhile and ED all the more useless.
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Ryyoshi
Posted: Apr 10 2009, 10:36 PM


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My ED started when I found out that I was gay. I become depressed because I hated being gay. I started cutting myself for like four months. I was in therapy and my cutting slowed down, and eventully completly stopped. I started using bulimia, but recovered after a month or so. But around febuary, I relapsed hard.

Now I'm happy to say that I'm much better now, but I occasionaly purge.

I'm hoping that it'll completely stop soon.


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Libertine
Posted: Apr 13 2009, 12:05 AM


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QUOTE (LucyBluebell @ Jun 24 2008, 03:01 PM)
Just wondering if anyone wanted to talk about how their ED started?

I think mine was mostly a control issue. My dad controlled everything in our household, down to every last detail and the one thing I felt I could control was what I ate. I also didn't have any friends, and was incredibly lonely. I heard my mum and dad having an arguement one day and my dad called my mum fat. I remember somehow thinking that this must be why people didn't like me. I was too fat and people were disgusted by the way I looked.
Stress is a big trigger for me. When I'm stressed and upset, food seems to be the one thing I feel like I can control. If I don't lose weight, I think I've failed and that I have no control.
Although I would say that I have recovered from my ED, I think in a way it's always there inside me, I'm just strong enough to fight it now. It doesn't make it any easier though, I think it just makes me feel more under pressure to live up to everyone's expectations.

How does everyone else feel?

I've always felt me being too fat was the reason I had few friends and things in my life were not going right.
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sarah1325
Posted: Apr 22 2009, 04:55 AM


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QUOTE (LucyBluebell @ Jun 24 2008, 03:01 PM)
Just wondering if anyone wanted to talk about how their ED started?

I think mine was mostly a control issue. My dad controlled everything in our household, down to every last detail and the one thing I felt I could control was what I ate. I also didn't have any friends, and was incredibly lonely. I heard my mum and dad having an arguement one day and my dad called my mum fat. I remember somehow thinking that this must be why people didn't like me. I was too fat and people were disgusted by the way I looked.
Stress is a big trigger for me. When I'm stressed and upset, food seems to be the one thing I feel like I can control. If I don't lose weight, I think I've failed and that I have no control.
Although I would say that I have recovered from my ED, I think in a way it's always there inside me, I'm just strong enough to fight it now. It doesn't make it any easier though, I think it just makes me feel more under pressure to live up to everyone's expectations.

How does everyone else feel?

what ed did you have?


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Marilyn
Posted: Nov 20 2009, 12:19 AM


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I've always hated my looks for as long as I can remember..

I've been "disordered" most of my life, but it didn't really kick in before I turned 19. (I'm 21 now, turning 22 in March..)

I guess it's a result of many things.. supressing my sexual identity (I'm a lesbian, and denied it for a long time), being bullied for having big hips, and wanting to have control.

Starting highschool was tough, but moving out and starting a life on my own at 19, and attending uni was like going through hell. School was just..not the way I expected it to be and I felt left alone all the time.

When growing up, my mum would always remind me to "stop eating that much candy" and telling me I've gained weight and so on..little did she know that she only poured gasoline on to the fire.

I came to my senses and seeked help about one year ago, and I now recieve help.
Once a week I see a psychologist at an ED clinic, and I will be admitted as an in-patient on the 4th of January..scary :/

Diagnosis; a-typical anorexia nervosa, and bulimia nervosa.


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