I carry around a backpack that doubles as a family records filing cabinet. Most days you can find me in a lobby waiting at any point. I have time to learn a lot about myself and my children in all this ‘down-time’. If a child is struggling with depression aggravated by an all-consuming-Eating Disorder… parents/caregivers are left standing in a wasteland of incorrect information, and often standing alone.
Specialists are there to give you folders and binders full of education on the disease… add family therapy, and parent support groups and some are able to convince their children to believe they can trust the process. The message is: choose Recovery… Eat, Please? Giving to the physical body nutritionally should make them feel better than whatever relief the starvation OR self-harm may temporarily give. It should be SCIENCE…. and guess what these kids do? Flip the middle finger in the face of Science, every single day. To these boys and girls, Eating, is not a form of nourishment, it is considered a form of torture or punishment.
Looking at hospital stats… the success rate of ED recovery is low. You check your child into these facilities they will most likely be in a holding pattern until you can find hopefully, a better solution. The idea is to change the direction of which a life has started to head horribly off course. Once a child gets entrenched in some types of disordered behaviors, it ‘quite literally’ feels near-impossible to reverse. The options are CBT, EMDR, ECT, DBT…. grasping attempts at every letter of the alphabet. All you need to have is energy, money, and enough hope to keep grasping at the sands of time as it falls through your hands. What then happens, the kids just dig in their heals, learn new bad behaviors, they get physically healthy, you bring them back home, and the process restarts. Not unlike the recovery process with a drug addiction.
Dear Insecurity a little song my daughter shared with me.
Time has become a foreign concept to me. I often forget what day of the week it is …