I’ve NC’d for this. I’ll try to be brief but bear with me.
I was looking through an old box of cards that I have stored in the attic. It’s brought back an issue that I’ve kept secret from my DH for many years, and one that I feel the weight of quite often. Reading back some cards and letters has brought it to the fore.
When I was a late teenager, and early 20’s I had a very serious eating disorder. Anorexia. I was never hospitalised despite being threatened with it on a number of occasions, at one point I was almost sectioned. I was very ill indeed and almost died, my weight was so very low - less than 4 stone at one point, just awful. It went on for 7 years and I had to drop out of university which was hard as I was academic.
It upsets me a great deal to even type about being so ill as I can’t imagine what I was doing or thinking at the time, and the abuse I put my poor body through by starvation and exercise was devastating.
I carry a lot of shame and regret about it and I wish so much I could change it. I have hidden all pictures and evidence of myself in those years.
I recovered fully at 25. I have been a normal weight since and miraculously I have a pretty healthy relationship with food. I went on to marry and have a child who is now a teenager. I was so lucky. I do have some physical issues from that time -slightly low bone density and am very veiny and have thin skin. I hope no more issues will show up- am in my forties now.
The thing is. My husband doesn’t know any of this. I was always so ashamed of my past that I hid it from everyone I met after I recovered. I created cover stories for the time I was ill, and he even thinks I have a degree from the University I dropped out of - I’ve never put it on my CV or used it professionally of course, but it kind of covered those years when we first met and I didn’t want to tell him about my past in case he saw me differently.
It’s been over 20 years now since that time, but I still carry a lot of trauma and shame about it, and I wonder if keeping it a secret as I have is unhealthy and damaging.
I guess I’m asking if I’m being unreasonable for keeping this part of my past in the past, or if I should tell him about it and risk him changing how he sees me and who he sees me as. He’s a lovely man and I trust him, but it’s been such a big secret to me for so long. If anyone has some advice it would be gratefully received.