Today I told someone.
After living almost half of my life with a very secretive eating disorder, I came clean about it to my GP and for the first time, I asked for help.
I can’t really pinpoint a moment or incident when the purging began. It was probably some flippant, 20-something desire to be thinner than I was, although, when I look back at photos now, I can see that although I was curvy, I certainly wasn’t as big as I remember myself being. I remember congratulating myself on ‘cheating the system’ and being able to eat what I want without paying the price for it in my dress size. Lately, I have found the desire to purge large meals, or to deliberately binge then purge almost insurmountable.
I am 40 years old, well educated, financially stable, I have a great job, a lovely two year old son and a husband that I adore. I don’t suffer any huge emotional baggage, past trauma or difficulties in life. I am slightly above normal weight but have never been extremely under or over weight. I am probably not the textbook candidate for this behaviour and I have no idea why I do this, or why the need to do it is stronger than ever.
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But I have hit threshold. The thought of telling someone, even a fairly unacquainted GP, was out of the question up until a few months ago, but this is no longer something I control. I want someone to help me to see the reasons why I do this, or why after 18 years of the same behaviour, why is it getting worse and not better?
My husband works away half of the time as a FIFO so I have two weeks at a time at home with our son. He is usually in bed by 7pm so my routine has become to head straight to the fridge once he is down and gorge on whatever I have bought in preparation for that evenings ‘session’. Usually soft foods like ice cream, cake or breakfast cereal. I eat until I feel like bursting and then go and regurgitate the lot.