I posted this earlier, but with so many posts (I cannot seem to get to them all), what I'd written may have been missed by some.
I know in my heart that a big part of the reason I have ED's is that I was sexually abused by my father, in my own home, at ages 11-12. My mother had no idea (I determinedly kept it a secret from everyone), and she was a great, very loving mother (she still is!). Being sexually abused is the ultimate crossing of a child's boundaries. That is what happened to me. I'm in no way at all saying that is the reason for any other people developing ED's! I'm only telling my own, very personal story.
I, too, completely respect the exchanges of thoughts from all who have posted. Again, as an adult with ED's (not an adolescent with a loving family to help me in my recovery) I had a very difficult time finding the help I needed; the help that would work for me.
And again, I completely respect the parents who have a child that sufferes from this disease. It is a tragedy that I cannot comprehend, or even imagine!!!
My posts are only meant to show who I am, as a grown woman, and to express the compassion I feel for parents who feel so desperate and helpless in helping their children to get well. That is all I mean to do.
It's difficult to express oneself in this type of forum. If we were all sitting in a room in a circle, facing each other, I believe it would be so much easier to be understood in the way we intend.
It seems like this particular blog is mostly parents of adolescents who have suffered from ED's. Maybe I should just pull out and not post here anymore. I'm really feeling like I'm an isolated island in the middle of an ocean.
I've told my story. I hope that maybe someone can gaine some sort of inspiration from it. That is all I can do.
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I posted this earlier, but with so many posts (I cannot seem to get to them all), what I'd written may have been missed by some.
I know in my heart that a big part of the reason I have ED's is that I was sexually abused by my father, in my own home, at ages 11-12. My mother had no idea (I determinedly kept it a secret from everyone), and she was a great, very loving mother (she still is!). Being sexually abused is the ultimate crossing of a child's boundaries. That is what happened to me. I'm in no way at all saying that is the reason for any other people developing ED's! I'm only telling my own, very personal story.
I, too, completely respect the exchanges of thoughts from all who have posted. Again, as an adult with ED's (not an adolescent with a loving family to help me in my recovery) I had a very difficult time finding the help I needed; the help that would work for me.
And again, I completely respect the parents who have a child that sufferes from this disease. It is a tragedy that I cannot comprehend, or even imagine!!!
My posts are only meant to show who I am, as a grown woman, and to express the compassion I feel for parents who feel so desperate and helpless in helping their children to get well. That is all I mean to do.
It's difficult to express oneself in this type of forum. If we were all sitting in a room in a circle, facing each other, I believe it would be so much easier to be understood in the way we intend.
It seems like this particular blog is mostly parents of adolescents who have suffered from ED's. Maybe I should just pull out and not post here anymore. I'm really feeling like I'm an isolated island in the middle of an ocean.
I've told my story. I hope that maybe someone can gaine some sort of inspiration from it. That is all I can do.
Shelley
June 9, 2009 - 9:17pmThis Comment
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