We are doing ok I think. Even typing that makes me feel anxious, as I know how fast things can turn.
We are smack in the middle of FBT phase 2 and it's going alright. We are being supported by a good camhs worker, and they have helped us all to move things along - dd seems to be much more accepting of how ill she has been, and seems focused on actually recovering now. And they have helped me to loosen my grip on feeding by having various challenges which we have worked on, eg dd pouring out her own breakfast cereal.
After the last session my dd commented in the car on the way home that she remembered right at the start thinking that as soon as she could she would go back to anorexia, and she realises what a bad state she was in. It's a year now since the penny first dropped for us, and I've found it quite hard going emotionally the last few weeks, just remembering the awful place we were in over the last year. But at the same time I think I can start to see the progress that she and we have made.
Saying that I've taken a big step back from work as I was just getting totally burned out. Very lucky to be able to have some time to focus on dd and the rest of the family. But also on trying to recover myself, I feel like I've got ptsd.
I don't know, I'm not really sure where we are. But maybe we are managing to go in the right direction and if we keep at it then we can help her actually recover. I am acutely aware that relapse is very possible, so trying very hard to stay aware of things, not be too controlling, but not let anorexia back in. It's hard.