It seems like my uncle is always the target when my ed comes out. Like the other day, He was standing over me watching me make my breakfast and I lashed out, "What are you just going to stand there and watch me?" He walked away and I felt bad, so i explained that I felt like I was being watched to see how much I am CHOOSING to eat, and how he thinks of how huge I am or whatever and he told me " no if anything I want you to add this in your meal too"
That't one thing I hate about this...To feel like I always have to explain myself. My actions. My thoughts. I want to be understood and it's exhausting always telling people why you do the things you do or how you feel or think...umm i just do i don't know. Then I explain and I feel stupid because i know I make no sense whatsoever. Then I feel judged and yea see ED's are complex to say the least, and it's frustrating to think about the things that I have done or said, and it's like "did I really?" but when you do it it just feels natural...like when I was at Laureate I would purge in a plastic bag and empty it in the morning when I was allowed showers, or I would claim the meds made me sick or that the other girl who was sick got me sick. I hid food (even messy foods) in my pockets I would wear tons of layers to meet my weight. LIKE I WAS/AM crazy and I know this and I know my thinking is insane. Like I try to explain how I feel like if I get my period then that means my body has enough fat for it to be working the way that it should. it means im fat...yes I know it's irrational but it's a big belief that ed tells me and its hard..like I know it's not true but you still believe it anyway. Even writing this I feel like I will be judged differently but honestly...this is my blog and it's for my purposes not yours...who knows im just going on and on and nobody even reads this. =)
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