Wits end here. DD12 started early intervention for restricted eating about 6 weeks ago: Parent Based Treatment 3 meals + 3 snacks a day. Eating has been hit and miss but overall intake is more than pre-referral, which isn't saying much. However, she’s still slipping down WFH 83 – 81%. She’s severely dysmorphic. Probably neurodiverse. We're on the cusp of an anorexia diagnosis.
I’m a single parent, 50/50 shared residency with exDH, who’s supportive. I’m struggling so much with DD's defiance re eating and obsessive exercising, and have lost my rag a couple of times with the ‘you can’t make me’, ‘you’re just trying to make me fat’, ‘you don’t care’, ‘you hate me’, etc etc. Ex took her out to give me some respite today as I have very little left to give, and she’s back to him tomorrow for a week.
I’ve tried the quiet authority, the incentives and punishments, threats of admission etc. Sometimes I stick to Eva Mumby and other times I feel like I've no clue what I'm doing. Next step is the enhanced pathway which I think involves a community professional coming to the house 3 times a week to help with eating. Bring it on. At times I'm wishing for hospital, just for someone less emotionally involved to step in.
But in the meantime I’m so out of ideas, finding it hard not to cry, and just feel so so alone.
DD doesn’t give a toss what I think of her or how I feel, though does care about what outsiders think about her, so there may be a lever there.
How have others managed the utter rudeness and brutal determination to lose weight?