Sorry I only just got to the end of this and I realise you've had your gp appointment this morning.
I just wanted to say that in November I went to the gp and said, with great difficulty that I had an eating problem and I needed help to sort it out. And that I couldn't live like this any more.
And the gp was fine, completely matter of fact, no weighing or anything like that. Just asked a few questions and referred me on to the 'single point of access' mental health service which is how it works in my borough. A few weeks later someone called from there and asked more questions and I ended up crying on the phone a lot and she was lovely
. And then I'm waiting to see someone in real life who will help work out how best to treat this ruddy thing I do to my body.
It's all been very non-intrusive and way better than the vision I had in my head about what would happen!
FYI I have never vocalised or even put into proper thoughts what I do. So I can well believe you and this thread. I would have said for decades I have no eating problem. Sympathy for those that did. Totally no insight around my own stuff.
It was so well hidden I hid it from myself.
It was a couple of things that made me drag it into the light... one being a thread on here about family dinner times. The other a blood test that came back borderline diabetes. Since realised the panic over sudden disintegrating teeth didn't 'come out of nowhere' as I've been saying
. Same for the heartburn/reflux that I'm on medication for. Didn't put any of that together until the blood test results made me realise what I'm doing to my body, and that it cannot cope with the way I'm abusing it...
So it all made me examine my own behaviour and finally acknowledge I can't keep doing it.
First time I've written this but I think it might help you, and maybe me too.
Family dinners were horrible growing up, and the focus of awful fighting and being screamed at for hours. The lottery of who got the character assassination tonight. And no one could leave until all was eaten. Would last for hours and hours. Hard to eat when you're desperation trying not to cry. So, unsurprisingly my dearest darling sister got anorexia.
I was a bit more active at problem solving so developed the ability to eat whilst gagging and would steal food of my sisters plate and swallow it down so dinner time would end. And throw it up after. So, shock of shocks I guess I am bulimic.
And was for years. Food was severely controlled growing up and I was always hungry as well as always anxious and scared. So those things feel the same to me. Hungry feels like the virtuous thing to be, but it also feels like fear to me. Still! After all these years, I'm grown up now ffs!
But I have no control myself over food. Binge eat all the time.
But i was 'fine' because throwing up controlled it ok. That was my solution to the problem.
Then I got ill, and had a baby. I'm now a disabled single mother. So now I can't throw up regularly anymore as my illness effects my neck and back muscles, and they rip if I vomit (for fucks sake!). And I cannot cope with the resulting damage as I can't look after my little boy if I cannot use my neck.
So I guess I'm a failing bulimic! Binge then can't throw up. So fat as fuck which is awful. It's humiliating. People get to see my failure as it's stuck all around me. And now all the crap I've put my body through is coming back to haunt me... teeth, throat/stomach, fat, diabetes...
And that's what has made me get to the stage where I have to stop my eating disorder. I have to cure it for me and my little boy. I'd love to be thin again, be myself again, but without the vomiting and binging.
I'm really proud of you, someone who has realised you have a problem without life making you realise!
Look at how much had to happen to me before I could even notice something wasn't right... you are still at the stage where maybe you get to stop before you're body fucks up.
I hope I can turn it around. But after all my childhood, teens and adult life having a fucked up problem with eating, I don't know where to start. I really hope I can get some treatment from people that know how to help me, as I admit, I don't have a clue.
I hope you made it to your appointment today. But if you didn't, please try again.
You've been really brave on this thread and telling your boyfriend. 