Hello everyone- my first post on here.
I'm a mum, thankfully my dc have no ED and hopefully never will have.
However I was the child with an ED and for some reason just saw the thread title and thought I'd come on here to share my story and hopefully give some of you light at the end of the tunnel.
I grew up in a DV environment which nowadays would mean I'd be taken from parents or put to live with 1 of them if they separated. Back in the day, no one at school (teachers or parents) commented when DM turned up to collect me with a black eye and bruises.
My DF was in prison Most of the time until I was about 6-7. Up until this age my mum kept me close, I'd sleep in her bed (it was my bed) for example, when my dad came home I got kicked out of my bed and put in my own room!
DV began when I was about 7-8 that I'm aware of.
My mum would sometimes run away. I'd wake up in the morning or get picked up from school to find she was 'gone'. Sometimes my dad would drive around looking for her, sometimes he'd say he didn't care. He wouldn't always remember to feed me and often if he asked I'd say I wasn't hungry which he accepted.
DM and I moved out regularly, to family's sofas for a night or a month or 2.
All messy.
At 14 I cracked and went mad at my dad as he was flinging my drunk mum around the bathroom (drunk as she'd been out with a friend, rarely went out).
He left when I was about 15-16.
My ED started when I was around 8. Not in the usual way I expect but I would overeat sometimes when at family's (when flee from home). I remember eating 4 big jacket potatoes one teatime and family all commenting. I remember one day after dinner having ice cream and asking for bread with it! Not at home though.
I think this binging was related to my emotions.
I began going without food from about 14. I'd be given dinner money, I just didn't spend it! I'd have a biscuit in the morning or sometimes save it until break or lunch.
Parents never noticed my weight loss and peers/ teachers/ family didn't either.
I liked feeling my ribs and my clothes being baggy.
I had started my periods age 13 and they stopped. This terrified me and actually pushed me to eat again as I was scared I was breaking myself. I didn't eat 'normal' but I ate a bit more than I was.
It was like that until I had my first proper bf intense relationship at 18. My weight ballooned from 7 stone to 11. I was happy and we ate although I went a bit mad in this relationship with overdoses and risky behaviour.
I was also making myself sick after some meals. My bf also had severe MH problems. We were in a relationship for 8 years.
Fast forward through bf's and life to now, I've been happily married for 13 years but will still binge eat. Things were intense in this relationship to begin with (risky behaviour/ od/ me lying).
I loved (and do love) this man more than but a similar emotional level to my first bf.
I self harmed by cutting on/ off for years but don't do that now.
It's been shit but I'm ok now thankfully.
I think if I'd have had someone to talk to right at the start who could tell me it's ok to say I'm sad or who would just have been there and listened it could have helped so much.
It's like as a teenager I shut off almost and wouldn't have listened to parents but possibly would have if counselling was a thing back then?
I hope this helps a parent on here.
Sometimes the child just isn't ready to listen/ change for the better and it's not your fault.