I developed Anorexia nervosa (AN) in early childhood. I also have ASD and Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder (ARFID). I have other co-morbidities; that I refer to as my not-so-cute fuzzy ducklings, because they follow me where-ever I go. These include, Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD), Bipolar type 2, Anxiety/panic, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). I want to share things in my own time that not even the people closest to me know, because I want to be a voice of the achievements I’ve overcome and not ashamed. I hope that by sharing my story, you will feel confident in sharing your story, also.
The woman who brought me back from the brink of hopelessness
Dedicated to Dr June Alexander, the woman who brought me back from the brink of hopelessness and carnage of Anorexia Nervosa.
How Dad has helped me to manage my mental health challenges
I let my arms float free in the bathtub as a young child. I detach and slide down the sides of the tub until all but my face is above water; my ears are under, and the further I go, the more my nose points upward so I can breathe.
Feeling invisible in the waiting room of the Emergency Department: Part one
Watching loved ones grieve while you’re still alive is difficult, but this is what I have seen when my family was confronted with the severity of my anorexia nervosa (AN). Part two is to come.
Recovery doesn’t always feel good but it’s worth it in the end
Quality over quantity, and that goes for weight restoration as well. The quality of life I will have over the amount I weigh is so much more important to me. If you cannot find those words inside your mind today to tell yourself that you're beautiful and deserving, I am telling you now that you are.
Proving our eating disorder mind wrong
Recovery is not easy, and it is something that we take on as a full-time job, entirely dedicated to ourselves by working days and night by learning new and healthy habits.
Exposing cracks in care when living with autism and anorexia nervosa
5:53am. I watch the morning sun become brighter through the cracks in my window, just as I watch the sun fade into darkness at night. Nights are lonely. My anxiety rises as the sun drops lower.