A misconception with inpatient treatment is that after a month or two... For the more wealthy could be 6+ months... one should be cured... No more problems should exist. The problem with that misconception is it makes recovery that much harder for the person... Coming back into life trying to be what they have learned in a world that can only see them as someone they are not.
I did not come out of a 32 day stay cured... I probably came out worse off than when I went in. Even though it was hard it was the breeding ground to the life I live today.
32 days with a group of women can be the most nurturing and secure place... Probably one of the most home like places I have ever been. I met women who were patients who were friends for a few years. I met women who worked there who are friends and empowerment for a lifetime.
While inpatient I lost everyone I knew on the outside. I didn't hear from friends and people in my life who were supportive of the idea of me being inpatient. Not one post card, letter, or phone call. I did however receive a post card from a family I knew from church... I sang with them in choir a handful of times but didn't know them all that well... But yet, they took the time to write. It meant the world to me.
During family therapy my parents disowned me and left me without a way home. They told me if I wasn't going to listen to them... Pretty much do what they wanted me to do... They wouldn't be in my life. Being an adult at 22 with the ability to make my own decisions I did just that. I hadn't worked in 32 days so I had no money and my roommate, inpatient, bought my plane ticket back to Nashville.
This would be the start of a spiral that could of completely taken me out. I came back to Nashville to next to nothing. I called everyone I knew to pick me up from the airport and no one wanted to come. Finally, a family I knew from church picked me up and stayed with me for a couple of hours... Was sure I had some food and was settled in.
The weeks after I realized one by one I had no one. People who I was close to disappeared... Told me we couldn't be friends. Families who I worked with their children for years would avoid me or hide their children from me like I was a monster. After a couple months I got a call from the associate pastor at church and was told I didn't belong there anymore. I guess I was such a horrible person God didn't want me.
I was in the ER every month or two for fluids because of all the things I was doing to myself. A lot of days I couldn't make it to work. Life was all about my Eating Disorder. Exercising, purging, how not to eat, self injury. Nothing else mattered... Well, I had nothing else.
A year of this took it's toll. It got to the point I would have chest pains walking to the mail box. I didn't recognize myself in the mirror. I would spend days in a dark room. I would crawl from the bathroom to my bed.
14 years ago on my birthday... 2 days from now... I saw myself in the mirror. I was two big black circles for eyes and a bag of bones. I realized if I didn't change I was going to die. The spark was ignited. My roommate inpatient told me about a group she went to in Miami Florida at the Outpatient Renfrew Center there. I decided I was moving to Miami. I found a job after a few months of looking and moved to Florida. Of course, against my parents, who decided to come back into my life... At an arms distance where I keep them.
I went to the group which lead to a therapist I spent almost 9 years with and a nutritionist I spent close to the same amount of time with. Somehow this also lead to me singing songs about my recovery in Eating Disorder Awareness events to conferences for professionals.
It didn't take 32 days for recovery... It took years of therapy twice a week, nutrition once a week and a group once a week. Not to mention the thousands of dollars a year that I didn't have. It took years for me to have the courage to do what I wanted with my life. It took years to be happy, to eat when I was hungry and to not care what others thought about my body. It took years to begin to love myself and years to be able to trust and bring people into my life again.
When you have been completely alone and now live a life where I seem to matter... Where people want to be a part of my adventure... It truly means the world to me. When people use to tell me I was never alone I would roll my eyes... Today, I am truly never alone.
I like to share my story in some way every year on this anniversary so I don't forget how I became who I am and most important the people who encouraged me to do so.
did yoska eat your home work?ReplyDelete
Maybe so... You can't read it?Delete
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15 years living life your way? How wonderful! Is there a video or some words or photos here that I'm not seeing?ReplyDelete
Is it not showing up for you either? Not sure what is wrong with it.Delete
I just tried to post what is happening with your type... but it does not seem to have published, so I'll try again. The type is not showing up as white but rather is the same brown as the background. I could double click to select the type that is there (just not readable as it is brown).ReplyDelete
Thanks for sharing your story and your honesty. And I want to say that I think cute little Yoska is going to double the number of regular readers for your blog. LOL
I agree with Yoska being the star of this blog. hahaha... Thanks for your help!Delete
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People think it should be so easy to change your way of eating. It's the hardest thing I've ever tried to do. I look at all the people who have failed at dieting and wonder why they think this should be easy. Keep on keeping on the best you can; we'll get there yet. Progress not perfection.ReplyDelete
Yes!! Moving forward!Delete
After a couple months I got a call from the associate pastor at church and was told I didn't belong there anymore. I guess I was such a horrible person God didn't want me.ReplyDelete
God does, indeed, love you. He loves us all...although I'm thinking that 'pastor' is going to have a bit of explaining to do when he stands before the Most High.
When you're next in central AZ, know that you will be more than welcome in our Church. None of us fallen humans are about to tell you that you don't belong; we know we haven't that right.
God bless and keep you on your travels, and may He heal you from the trials you have suffered. And may He bless your little anklebiter as well. ;)
Thank you for telling this part of your story. It inspires me to be true to myself despite feeling very alone, and reminds me that adventure isn't out of my reach.ReplyDelete
Adventure awaits for you!! I am rooting you on!!Delete
I agree with Wraith. Don't give up on God. He will not give up on you.ReplyDelete