I’m 30, I’m 21 and a half stone .
I’ve been fat since I was seven, I had PTSD/developmental trauma in childhood (abuse and neglect) and I ate to feel happy . I was 7 stone by age 7; 14 stone by age 15 . I comfort ate, I ate in secret, I ate in the middle of the night, I ate anything until I was so full I hurt - I can eat a large dominos pizza, two sides, a desert, then sweets, all to myself, it’s disgusting . I’ve done the binge-purging before . I didn’t receive any mental health support until age 18, by that stage a lot of damage was done and I was actively self harming and using maladaptive coping methods .
I’ve had mental health help since; but rely on mirtazapine now to sleep which promotes weight gain . I’ve also got PCOS and get checked for T2 diabetes every year .
I have a huge family history of obesity related illness; everyone has hypertension, strokes, coronary disease, bleeding on the brain, leg ulcers.
Also have a family history of addiction with 3/4 grandparents being alcoholics .
I was bullied excessively at school and by family at times, I’ve always been the fat one, they threw literal food at me at school - they held me down and sprayed cream in my hair and poured a litre of coke down me . Family have openly laughed or belittled me or it’s endless criticism and being pulled to bits . I eat in secret, I eat all wrong - I avoid meals and just cram in biscuits or sandwiches from Tesco . I feel like to my family I am worthless because I’m fat - and I feel like I’m being judged in society so I avoid going out .
I lost weight at 16 with help of a school nurse, then piled it back on when diagnosed with anxiety . Lost weight at 26 with GP’s help; then piled it back on with nervous breakdown . Lost weight at 29, then piled it back on within 6 months with start of panic attacks .
I’m not the fattest I’ve ever been - fattest was 22 stone 11, but I’m approaching that . Size 26/28 bottom and size 26 top . I’m covered in rashes; sores under my belly fat and breasts, I’m breathless a lot, sweaty, fluid retention, and I hate myself , I’ve zero energy, even turning over in bed is a job sometimes . Buying clothes is a nightmare, I’m down to very few shops now, and I worry before I sit down that I’m going to break things .
I’m 30, I want to be happy, and I feel like I can only be happy if I can fix my body somehow. I used to fantasise as a child if I could somehow cut the fat off myself . I realise how stupid that sounds, but I’m desperate to change myself .
Is it worth asking GP, would they even consider it if you’ve a background of mental health? I’m scared they’ll just laugh and hand me a slimming world leaflet as has been done previously .