Several weeks ago I started therapy to conquer my eating disorder. Besides the obvious change of diet and habits, my therapist is also attacking the emotional and psychological components at the same time. I told her right at the beginning about my GID as well as my background growing up, etc.
These last few weeks have been hell on earth. So many emotions are running through me at once, and Im having to come face to face with my past and myself. There are no more places to hide. I asked my regular therapist if there was a correlation between my bulimia and my GID. Both therapists absolutely concur that they are tightly intertwined. This was part of what drove me to come out to my parents last Friday night. I just know, dont ask me how, that to successfully conquer this disease I needed to come out as well.
As you can probably imagine, dealing with my eating disorder has opened up such a rash of emotions that Ive been feeling overwhelmed. Im going to do my best to explain what Im feeling right now.
Two things happened last night that are making me an emotional mess.
First, having gained the confidence from coming out to my parents, I chose yesterday to come out to one of my closest friends. I grew up with her and her husband, and they are as close to me as family. I felt more comfortable telling her first... not sure I can explain why, but I know her husband will be accepting as well.
I met with her yesterday afternoon and told her the whole thing. To say she looked stunned would be an understatement. She is supportive, but she seemed pained. She knew nothing of my eating disorder, GID, abuse growing up. I think she feels guilty that she didnt know and couldnt help me these last 30-40 years. I think that she also is losing the image of me she held onto for so long. I know from others who have posted one of the hardest things those that are close to us have to deal with is context change. Its a paradox... we are no longer the person they knew, yet we are still the same person they always knew, except that now we have revealed a side to us they didnt see. She expressed her fear that I would have a difficult time with the others. But she didnt say that to discourage me... it was more, I guess, the need to try and shield me from pain. Thats the difference between selfishness and true friendship.
I think one of the things I have been in constant struggle with is both the drive and the fear to move on. For the last couple of days I have experienced a couple of panic attacks and felt paralyzed, yet I also cant stop and go back to the way things were. I am in such a flood of emotions and feelings, and its got nothing to do with the others -- its coming from inside of me.
Which brings me to the second point. I emailed a friend who has successfully transitioned about what happened with my parents Friday night. Her response was positive support, yet again I felt a flood of emotions. Its hard not to compare myself to others around me like those on the forum. You all seem so strong and confident and sometimes I feel so conflicted and confused. One of things I need to deal with is self image. Sometimes I feel like Im just not strong like everyone else. I cant even articulate what Im trying to describe.
I think the thing that ties all this together is countering a lifetime of negative self image brought on by standing toe to toe with my demons. 4 1/2 decades of feeling damaged and shame has taken a toll. The irony is that in mustering the courage to fight for my survival I feel the fears that have gripped me for so long.
As if thats not enough emotion to deal with, the rational and intellectual side of me says its been 45 years dealing with this, and its not rational to assume that I can change things in what amounts to a brief instant compared to life lived till this point. Ive seen posts a thousand times cautioning that this is not a race... I know I just have to take this one day at a time.
I debated whether to post this or not, and thought not to because I feel like its old news to others who've been down this road already. I told this to a friend who has also been through this already, her response was unexpected:
"It isn't old news to you, now, is it. Think of those who will read your note if you posted it. There will be those who are just starting out that will look at what you wrote and say, "She came out, she can do it. So can I!"."
It isnt just about the GID. I havent exactly been successful so far with dealing with my bulimia, and its taken a huge hit on my confidence level. I have been crying for the last couple of days, and even now I am on the verge of tears again. I swear this is the hardest damned thing I have ever done. Intellectually I know this will pass, as I doubt I am the only one who has gone down this road. But inside of me I am feeling distraught like Ive failed myself. I am glad that I will be seeing my therapist tomorrow.
Im sorry if this post seems incoherant.. its the best I can do at the moment.