Anorexia - My Story

I was a wife and a mother in 1994 and at the age ofwanted me to be 115lbs in order for them to release
27 I never thought I had a eating disorder. Eatingme. I also remember thinking "yeah right"
disorders were for teenagers-- not someone overThen we would go down and have breakfast. There
the age of twenty. But, I did.were men, women (even older than I was) and
I had gone to my family doctor for panic attacks forteenagers. Some were there for Anorexia, Bulimia
a long period of time and he prescribed me Xanax.and Compulsive eating.
Each time I had gone to him I would have to getNow that I look back the breakfast table was not a
weighed. I started out being 130 which was fine withpretty sight. The Anorexics and the bulimics didn't
me because I am 5' 5 1/2."want to eat but the Compulsive eaters were eating
By the time I reached 100lbs and addicted to Xanax Ivery fast like they could not get enough. After
was put into a hospital. I made one little mistake andbreakfast we had to wait an hour after we ate to
that little mistake saved my life. My doctor asked memake sure our food digested and we were not
a question. A question I thought I had the rightallowed in the bathroom for the fear of us vomiting.
answer to or thought that everyone felt like me. HeSo we would sit and talk. After that we were
asked me If I wanted to die, and I of course saidassigned therapy for eight hours. There was art
"yes". Before I knew it I was being 302 into thetherapy, music therapy, relaxation therapy,
hospital. (302 means that someone can commit youpsycodrama, group therapy, family therapy, and one
into a hospital if they think you are a harm toon one therapy, plus in that time we had to eat lunch
yourself or to others).and dinner. I will tell you what,you really get to know
Before I knew it I was in a mental hospital and in theyourself when you have all this therapy for 5 days
eating disorder unit. They were telling me that I hadstraight. On the weekends we were allowed visitors
a eating disorder, and of course I was denying it theand there was no therapy. It was time for ourselves.
whole time. Doctors and nurses were coming inSome of us would sleep, write in journals, play
asking me questions taking my blood and I justgames, do arts and crafts or just talk to others. It is
wanted to go home to my little girl she needed me.amazing how we all got into the hospital. Each
As much as I thought my daughter needed me sheperson's story was different in every way. It didn't
did not need a mother who was addicted to Xanaxmatter if we were Anorexic, Bulimic or Compulsive
and who is Anorexic. I owed it to her and myeating were there for the same reason we just had
husband to get better and get out.out own coping mechinism.
The first morning and every other morning after thatI spent the whole summer of 1994 in the hospital In
we had to get weighed in our gowns. We would getthat time I have learned more about myself and the
weighed backwards so we would not see the scaledisease that I had. Yes, a disease. Just like alcoholism
go up. I remember the doctors telling me that theyor diabetes.