Posts tagged Anorexia/Bulimia

I am often asked to describe what a day in the life of a bulimic patients really anorexic. How do people sick eating disorder and what does not suffer themselves to think their illness and why they developed. If I declare the fate of the anorexic bulimia, I explain from a third person view (with “they do” – they, they are, etc..)

But I do not think this way is powerful enough to show the real life-anorexia and bulimia, what the day really is. It is always best to show a concrete example of real life, but for reasons of confidentiality I can not give a concrete example of an actual patient. So, using concrete examples, I write this story about a young girl, whose full name is anorexia or bulimia is based. She lives in a large city in the west, and it was 27th It employs comes from a family with two dedicated professionals. It is separated from his parents, but his parents help him financially.

And here is what Anorexia Bulimia is said about themselves and their lives. (Note: History is made and are not for them personally. It is a network of millions of Western girls who suffer from eating disorders.)

Anorexia Bulimia said: “I suffered from anorexia and bulimia for over 10 years. I do not do much at the moment. I studied at university, but I had my studies on hold. I was a student of art. If I go back to go to university I did spend a year and a half years of study. I left the school because I say ED. Right, I had to leave because of the unbearable symptoms I had, and I could not cope.

It’s the same story where I had to leave for work I have to go to hospital for treatment in hospital, and I never get back to work, I can not handle me. I have too many complications and failures of organs, a job-button and hold. In the hospital I had a feeding tube (stoma) through the skin and muscles of the stomach to me, so I can have some weight. But I developed an infection around the tube and it was removed. Well, I’m new here at home with my normal routine, I’m crazy, day after day.

Currently, medically, I have many problems. I have serious back pain, headaches, muscle aches / pain, I can not sleep, I take pains in the chest / heavy chest, I lot of laxatives, because I can not go anywhere else. I can not concentrate on anything, and did I mention the dizziness. I see my doctor every week and he did some blood lab work / about me and my potassium is always low. Sometimes my bicarbonate and creatinine values are so high that it will take me to the hospital again but I will not repeat, since it does not help. These are some of the things I think about my studies and work or should I say, keep me out with a kind of productive life for all. I hate it, but I can not stop, and it makes me crazy.

I have no hobbies I like to read, but I can not focus for long, because my mind wanders to food and more abuse. I can not go to social events more than I fear they will interfere with my schedule of starving and then binging and diarrhea. I do not interrupt the patterns and my routines.

I can honestly say I can not believe I survived this long because I sometimes think I’d rather be dead than to continue the way I am. Why do I feel so, Doctor?

I wish I had one man, but what if it was just a baby, as I could with the being that to cope with fat? Do you think I could be a man who does not want sex or want to find intimacy? When I was young, a friend tried to touch me immoral, and he hurt me, what if the man wanted to have sex and it hurts me again, how can I solve this problem.

I do not know how to be me, where I came today, I just started feeding and before I knew I was completely consumed by my ED. I’ve never had problems with, I always loved eating when I was young. I was always taller and bigger than most kids in school, but they use to call me fat, even my family told me I was great and I am my mother after the family that are larger. I will not be called, I wanted to be like other children, but I could not be.

Now my whole life revolves around binging and diarrhea: I have a ritual where I go through the same things every day. I go to the same location in the house is not the bathroom, I have a large bucket and I use it when I bleed for a few hours. Sometimes I’m so weak I thought I was just after the collapse and can not move.

Sometimes I just want to die only, and I really do not know why I’m still alive. The doctors told me I should be dead, but I’m still here, please help me!

This is an article about the high number of e-mails sent to us written by anorexia-bulimia. It is quite true, and it breaks my heart every time we receive e-mails like this: We get a lot of products of the same species

Just as a cry for help as the answer? Now we have to do every day of the week, and the great part is, we are in a position to help these people. Asking for help is the most important part of the treatment of anorexia-bulimia.