This is hard to articulate and put out there but here goes...
I've been doing a lot of reflecting about where I am right now in all of this. I quit therapy due to finances and not feeling like I was getting my money's worth. I think I've figured out why. Maybe if I get it all out on here and process then I can explain it all to Dr. M when I see her next. It's coming up and I'm not looking forward to it because she is not going to be happy to hear that I quit the rest of the team.
I was going to get a new psychiatrist too (for a fresh start), but in the end she's just so intelligent. I don't mean to be snobby about this factor, but I am. I meet too many dumb people and it's hard to handle them ever, but especially when you're suppose to be in their care. Sure, we disagree (a lot) and she frustrates me almost every time I see her. But in the end its all because she challenges me and can hold her own against my ability to make things sound logical (even if they aren't). So she stays, but I'm going to have to set a few things straight next time I see her.
Issue one: I'm not bulimic and she'll have to switch her focus away from gauging how I'm doing based on those behaviors.
Issue two: I'm not anorexic. I am not below a healthy weight nor will I be when I lose the last 5 pounds. 95 sounds ridiculous to a lot of people but most people aren't 5 foot. I'm tiny no matter what and tiny things tend to weigh less. I'm medically overweight at 125. Yes my goal puts me at the lowest point of the healthy range, but its in the healthy range. If I weighed 90 I'd be underweight but nowhere near critically underweight (or anorexic) and would only be giving myself the same health risks that slightly overweight people do. But that's not even my goal. My goal weight is healthy. And being at that weight is a nonnegotiable.
Issue three: I'm not nor have I ever been an alcoholic. She asks me about alcohol intake every time and makes me feel like I have a problem if I drink at all. I started lying and just saying I hadn't drank at all. I get that when I first started seeing her I binge drank a lot. I was also not on meds for my depression and mildly crazy. I was also 24 and just living a normal life for a girl with a social life. I rarely drink anymore and when I do, yes, I get drunk. Seriously, I'm 5 foot and weight 100 pounds, I'm legally drunk after two. But I don't get wasted often and not on purpose like I did when I was younger. So those questions have got to go.
Issue four: I will not see a dietician again. Ever. It's a complete waste of money and time. I took nutrition in school, I can read, I can research, I am capable of creating a meal plan for myself that has the suggested amount of calories and food groups. I choose not to. I tried and I can't do it right now. So it's paying someone almost 200 bucks a month just to tell them I failed.
Issue five: I need a new psychologist with a new focus. I need them to be female, incredibly smart, and a specialist in anxiety not ED.
This is what I've realized as I've looked back over the past year when I honest to goodness tried very hard to do all the things everyone wanted me to do. My team tried to do too much with me too soon and focused on too many things at once. I felt way too much pressure to just get better, be better right away.
I know I'm not good right now. I'm a driven person. When I want something, I get it. When I set a goal, I reach it. I don't allow myself not too and I never have. Oh those perfectionistic qualities that rule my life... And the things and goals never end because to me I will never be good enough because I expect perfection and it doesn't exist. But, when I am reaching a goal I'm not one to take the slow and steady path to get there. I set a goal of staying under 100 and a target of 95 when I weighed 114. I could eat slightly less, exercise more, be patient, and give it time like I should but that's not me. I want 95 as soon as I can get it and I have no problem starving to do it. This isn't about being at the bottom of an addiction, it's about me being a workaholic with unrealistically high standards for herself and believing the ends justify the means.
I know this is an issue that eventually needs to be dealt with, but not now. Every time I've quit therapy, no matter what reasons I came up with (all valid though) there is one common factor. I started having a very hard time handling my life when therapy started getting real or 'working'. It's not that therapy got too hard, it's that when therapy got easier life got harder. Anxiety, which I'm finding completely controls my life, started seriously negatively effecting my daily life when therapy started going well. Specifically my career which is probably the absolute most important thing to me.
In my many years of obsession with reading, researching, and learning about psychology I've never really given much attention or care to anxiety as a disorder. You think I would have too since my mother has severe general anxiety disorder and has been on medication for it since I was 13. I don't think I've ever taken it that seriously though, much like how most people don't take depression seriously if they have never experienced it.
It took me a while to take depression seriously and come to terms with mine. My depression has been debilitating for most of my life (though I like to deny this fact). I hid it well but I've spent the majority of my life in a deep self hatred, not understanding why I was put here just to live in such a state of misery, and obsessed with the idea of my own death. When I was younger I would fantasize about ways I could die prematurely while most people hope to die old, happy, and asleep in their bed. Not me. Every time I drove on a tall bridge or highway loop I'd imagine driving off it. I'd obsessively come up with ideas on how to kill myself. I also created various scenarios in which a tragic event would send me from this world so that I wouldn't have to cause the pain suicide causes the ones you leave behind. I was a pretty messed up kid and teen, so it's kind of comforting to know its a chemical imbalance now. I never wanted anyone to see it, but I came to terms with the fact that I had a psychological disorder by senior year in high school. I could have gone on drugs then, but my pride made me think that I'd made it to 18 without them so I could continue without them too.
Ten years later and I have now realized that I could go on living without antidepressants but I prefer life with them. I don't feel like I did my whole life pre 24. I feel good and happy and can just be. Might sound boring and common to some people but before I started my meds I had never genuinely felt like that.
When you're suicidal that's really all anyone focuses on, even you. And who cares about an eating disorder if you're not dying from it but you are wishing and considering killing yourself. It's so distracting in fact that I and everyone who worked with me (before psychologist S) totally missed the other just as serious disorder which is my general anxiety disorder that I can probably thank my mother for. Why wasn't it obvious? Because I found an incredibly effective way to medicate it long before any professional started working with me. My eating habits. As soon as I started restricting I became a significantly less anxious child. Makes sense because I felt in control of something. Textbook case really. I avoided feeling, therefore anxiety, by starving and restricting and losing weight. Weight goes down, anxiety goes down. The more anxiety I experience, the more weight I lose. Sometimes correlation does equal causation.
I think this is the most complicated part of treatment for my eating issues. They are more than just an addiction and issues with self image, while they are both of those things. Mostly they have let me live a relatively anxiety free life for the past 16 years. I'm high strung for sure, especially in certain aspects of my life, but as I found over the last year, nothing compared to how it could be. I have my mini panic attacks over a million different things all the time, but I get past them quickly by restricting and purging. It's like the two medications I had for migraines. I had one for acute attacks and one as a preventative. Purging is my acute reaction to sudden intense anxiety and restricting is my preventative of that anxiety in the first place. So just as taking away those meds causes an immediate return of numerous migraine headaches, taking away my purging and restriction causes an immediate return of intense anxiety.
When I really did start working in therapy this last go around and even went as far as seeing dietician CA and making plans to start going to a support group I had no idea what I was in for. I always assumed the anxiety treatment brought was over fear of gaining weight or losing control and I'm sure part of it is... at first. But what happened this time was a feeling that I was losing it completely. I can't put into words what my daily life was like there for a while. I was on edge and felt like I could explode or breakdown at any moment. I was constantly walking on a tightrope with no net below trying desperately not to fall. It took nothing to make me cry. The smallest most insignificant things could send me into a state of intense panic that I've never experienced before. I was afraid everyone was mad at me or disappointed all the time. One misinterpreted comment or look and I would be sure I'd ruined a relationship with someone. I didn't want to talk to anyone or go anywhere because it stressed me out too much. I basically stopped talking to people on the phone completely. I couldn't go to sleep because my mind was racing and once I did fall asleep I woke up constantly to stressmares. I felt like I couldn't and wasn't doing my job, that I was failing my kids.
I couldn't and can't live my life like that. My heart is racing just thinking about that period of time. I was recently incredibly disappointed in my end of year testing scores. There are many factors that contributed to my failure this year, but I know that treatment and my instability this year was the number one reason I didn't perform well. And now I feel incredibly guilty and selfish for doing it at all because my problem became my students' problem. I won't let that happen again.
This next time around I'm going a different route. I know I need to get into consistent treatment because I do realize that there is a chance that I may not want to stop losing at 95 and I have a lot of baggage to deal with before I can live a 'healthy/normal' life (though I don't want too normal). But I can't try again until I already have a bag full of tools to handle my anxiety. I can't let go of my ED while also learning how to deal with feelings, issues, and anxiety. Someday I hope I will be able to really work at recovery but I won't jeopardize everything else for it. I'm okay with my habits if they are what keep me sane and happy.
And there's another problem, I'm happier now than I have been in a long time. I'm not even taking the work thing as badly as I would have a year or two ago. Part of it is because I do feel that I know why, I won't let it happen again, and I'm keeping the same kids next year so I get to fix it. The other reason is that I just plain feel good. I don't hate the image I see in the mirror nearly as much as I normally do. I feel great. I'm not stressed and on edge. And if a non life threatening version of an eating disorder is the reason, then I'm okay with that until there's another option. My last round of therapy wasn't able to give me anything that worked in it's place. I'm not willing to go back to how I felt and functioned then and I'll just have to hope to find a psychologist who can accept and work with that.
I've been doing a lot of reflecting about where I am right now in all of this. I quit therapy due to finances and not feeling like I was getting my money's worth. I think I've figured out why. Maybe if I get it all out on here and process then I can explain it all to Dr. M when I see her next. It's coming up and I'm not looking forward to it because she is not going to be happy to hear that I quit the rest of the team.
I was going to get a new psychiatrist too (for a fresh start), but in the end she's just so intelligent. I don't mean to be snobby about this factor, but I am. I meet too many dumb people and it's hard to handle them ever, but especially when you're suppose to be in their care. Sure, we disagree (a lot) and she frustrates me almost every time I see her. But in the end its all because she challenges me and can hold her own against my ability to make things sound logical (even if they aren't). So she stays, but I'm going to have to set a few things straight next time I see her.
Issue one: I'm not bulimic and she'll have to switch her focus away from gauging how I'm doing based on those behaviors.
Issue two: I'm not anorexic. I am not below a healthy weight nor will I be when I lose the last 5 pounds. 95 sounds ridiculous to a lot of people but most people aren't 5 foot. I'm tiny no matter what and tiny things tend to weigh less. I'm medically overweight at 125. Yes my goal puts me at the lowest point of the healthy range, but its in the healthy range. If I weighed 90 I'd be underweight but nowhere near critically underweight (or anorexic) and would only be giving myself the same health risks that slightly overweight people do. But that's not even my goal. My goal weight is healthy. And being at that weight is a nonnegotiable.
Issue three: I'm not nor have I ever been an alcoholic. She asks me about alcohol intake every time and makes me feel like I have a problem if I drink at all. I started lying and just saying I hadn't drank at all. I get that when I first started seeing her I binge drank a lot. I was also not on meds for my depression and mildly crazy. I was also 24 and just living a normal life for a girl with a social life. I rarely drink anymore and when I do, yes, I get drunk. Seriously, I'm 5 foot and weight 100 pounds, I'm legally drunk after two. But I don't get wasted often and not on purpose like I did when I was younger. So those questions have got to go.
Issue four: I will not see a dietician again. Ever. It's a complete waste of money and time. I took nutrition in school, I can read, I can research, I am capable of creating a meal plan for myself that has the suggested amount of calories and food groups. I choose not to. I tried and I can't do it right now. So it's paying someone almost 200 bucks a month just to tell them I failed.
Issue five: I need a new psychologist with a new focus. I need them to be female, incredibly smart, and a specialist in anxiety not ED.
This is what I've realized as I've looked back over the past year when I honest to goodness tried very hard to do all the things everyone wanted me to do. My team tried to do too much with me too soon and focused on too many things at once. I felt way too much pressure to just get better, be better right away.
I know I'm not good right now. I'm a driven person. When I want something, I get it. When I set a goal, I reach it. I don't allow myself not too and I never have. Oh those perfectionistic qualities that rule my life... And the things and goals never end because to me I will never be good enough because I expect perfection and it doesn't exist. But, when I am reaching a goal I'm not one to take the slow and steady path to get there. I set a goal of staying under 100 and a target of 95 when I weighed 114. I could eat slightly less, exercise more, be patient, and give it time like I should but that's not me. I want 95 as soon as I can get it and I have no problem starving to do it. This isn't about being at the bottom of an addiction, it's about me being a workaholic with unrealistically high standards for herself and believing the ends justify the means.
I know this is an issue that eventually needs to be dealt with, but not now. Every time I've quit therapy, no matter what reasons I came up with (all valid though) there is one common factor. I started having a very hard time handling my life when therapy started getting real or 'working'. It's not that therapy got too hard, it's that when therapy got easier life got harder. Anxiety, which I'm finding completely controls my life, started seriously negatively effecting my daily life when therapy started going well. Specifically my career which is probably the absolute most important thing to me.
In my many years of obsession with reading, researching, and learning about psychology I've never really given much attention or care to anxiety as a disorder. You think I would have too since my mother has severe general anxiety disorder and has been on medication for it since I was 13. I don't think I've ever taken it that seriously though, much like how most people don't take depression seriously if they have never experienced it.
It took me a while to take depression seriously and come to terms with mine. My depression has been debilitating for most of my life (though I like to deny this fact). I hid it well but I've spent the majority of my life in a deep self hatred, not understanding why I was put here just to live in such a state of misery, and obsessed with the idea of my own death. When I was younger I would fantasize about ways I could die prematurely while most people hope to die old, happy, and asleep in their bed. Not me. Every time I drove on a tall bridge or highway loop I'd imagine driving off it. I'd obsessively come up with ideas on how to kill myself. I also created various scenarios in which a tragic event would send me from this world so that I wouldn't have to cause the pain suicide causes the ones you leave behind. I was a pretty messed up kid and teen, so it's kind of comforting to know its a chemical imbalance now. I never wanted anyone to see it, but I came to terms with the fact that I had a psychological disorder by senior year in high school. I could have gone on drugs then, but my pride made me think that I'd made it to 18 without them so I could continue without them too.
Ten years later and I have now realized that I could go on living without antidepressants but I prefer life with them. I don't feel like I did my whole life pre 24. I feel good and happy and can just be. Might sound boring and common to some people but before I started my meds I had never genuinely felt like that.
When you're suicidal that's really all anyone focuses on, even you. And who cares about an eating disorder if you're not dying from it but you are wishing and considering killing yourself. It's so distracting in fact that I and everyone who worked with me (before psychologist S) totally missed the other just as serious disorder which is my general anxiety disorder that I can probably thank my mother for. Why wasn't it obvious? Because I found an incredibly effective way to medicate it long before any professional started working with me. My eating habits. As soon as I started restricting I became a significantly less anxious child. Makes sense because I felt in control of something. Textbook case really. I avoided feeling, therefore anxiety, by starving and restricting and losing weight. Weight goes down, anxiety goes down. The more anxiety I experience, the more weight I lose. Sometimes correlation does equal causation.
I think this is the most complicated part of treatment for my eating issues. They are more than just an addiction and issues with self image, while they are both of those things. Mostly they have let me live a relatively anxiety free life for the past 16 years. I'm high strung for sure, especially in certain aspects of my life, but as I found over the last year, nothing compared to how it could be. I have my mini panic attacks over a million different things all the time, but I get past them quickly by restricting and purging. It's like the two medications I had for migraines. I had one for acute attacks and one as a preventative. Purging is my acute reaction to sudden intense anxiety and restricting is my preventative of that anxiety in the first place. So just as taking away those meds causes an immediate return of numerous migraine headaches, taking away my purging and restriction causes an immediate return of intense anxiety.
When I really did start working in therapy this last go around and even went as far as seeing dietician CA and making plans to start going to a support group I had no idea what I was in for. I always assumed the anxiety treatment brought was over fear of gaining weight or losing control and I'm sure part of it is... at first. But what happened this time was a feeling that I was losing it completely. I can't put into words what my daily life was like there for a while. I was on edge and felt like I could explode or breakdown at any moment. I was constantly walking on a tightrope with no net below trying desperately not to fall. It took nothing to make me cry. The smallest most insignificant things could send me into a state of intense panic that I've never experienced before. I was afraid everyone was mad at me or disappointed all the time. One misinterpreted comment or look and I would be sure I'd ruined a relationship with someone. I didn't want to talk to anyone or go anywhere because it stressed me out too much. I basically stopped talking to people on the phone completely. I couldn't go to sleep because my mind was racing and once I did fall asleep I woke up constantly to stressmares. I felt like I couldn't and wasn't doing my job, that I was failing my kids.
I couldn't and can't live my life like that. My heart is racing just thinking about that period of time. I was recently incredibly disappointed in my end of year testing scores. There are many factors that contributed to my failure this year, but I know that treatment and my instability this year was the number one reason I didn't perform well. And now I feel incredibly guilty and selfish for doing it at all because my problem became my students' problem. I won't let that happen again.
This next time around I'm going a different route. I know I need to get into consistent treatment because I do realize that there is a chance that I may not want to stop losing at 95 and I have a lot of baggage to deal with before I can live a 'healthy/normal' life (though I don't want too normal). But I can't try again until I already have a bag full of tools to handle my anxiety. I can't let go of my ED while also learning how to deal with feelings, issues, and anxiety. Someday I hope I will be able to really work at recovery but I won't jeopardize everything else for it. I'm okay with my habits if they are what keep me sane and happy.
And there's another problem, I'm happier now than I have been in a long time. I'm not even taking the work thing as badly as I would have a year or two ago. Part of it is because I do feel that I know why, I won't let it happen again, and I'm keeping the same kids next year so I get to fix it. The other reason is that I just plain feel good. I don't hate the image I see in the mirror nearly as much as I normally do. I feel great. I'm not stressed and on edge. And if a non life threatening version of an eating disorder is the reason, then I'm okay with that until there's another option. My last round of therapy wasn't able to give me anything that worked in it's place. I'm not willing to go back to how I felt and functioned then and I'll just have to hope to find a psychologist who can accept and work with that.