Conquering Anorexia: The Route to Recovery
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With more and more women bowing to personal and social pressures to be thin, there has never been as appropriate or necessary a lifeline as this book. Provides an articulate insight into the traumatic self punishment of anorexia, reassurance for sufferers and their families in similar experiences and support, and offers advice on steps to overcome the emotional and physical problems of living with this illness. Diary entries provide a moving insight into the inner demons in the mind of an anorectic. Assistance on how to overcome the illness from someone who knows what it is like. Contains techniques of self examination and confidence building exercises acquired from experts.
going on in my head, often long before I did. Seeing well beyond the false smiles that held my life together, regardless of whether I felt fat, depressed or just pissed off, she could always detect whichever and she always seemed to know exactly what to do to pick me up again. When my self-esteem was low she’d boost it, when I was low she’d boost me. If I doubted my abilities she’d spell them out to me. If I needed to talk she’d know when to come and find me, and when words couldn’t touch me
over an hour Dr Underwood fired questions at me, scribbling notes constantly throughout. He asked me of my fears and feelings around eating and weight control. He asked me how I viewed life, what I enjoyed and what I didn’t. He got me to describe a typical day. He asked for my thoughts about the future and what I thought about myself. Then he asked me if I’d ever thought about killing myself. A question that I’d never been 58 CONQUERING ANOREXIA asked before, completely thrown, I don’t think I
psychiatrist did not automatically mean that I was mad, but I felt confident enough in myself to leave any psychiatrist in no doubt that I was not stupid. That was my intention anyway until fate chose timely to intervene. The evening before my second meeting with Dr Underwood, I was involved in a drama exercise at college, and along with my contemporaries I was required to dress all in black and to colour my hands and face red. With limited resources and no grease paint, to achieve the desired
I’d feel extremely ashamed of what I’d just done, but my anger would be gone. Throwing energy into self-harming behaviour from time to time gave me the release that I needed. It also very quickly became rooted within the self-punishing lifestyle that I’d both adopted and become addicted to. Regardless of how I dealt with anger however (although I’m pretty sure that no one else had any idea of what was going on) I seemed forever to be surrounded by feelings of guilt, shame and self-hatred.
and what not to eat. If a little controlling, my mum’s attitude to health and eating affected us all, but for all the right reasons. Driven by concern and caring, it was also typical of her. Always thoughtful and always kind, my mum was the kind of person who would worry about and do what she felt to be the best for anyone. She was popular, friendly, had a good sense of humour and everyone liked her. Interested in people and politics and outraged by injustice, whilst she had no time for greed,