I started to become aware of my disorder at 16 after researching my behaviours, my mental state, and explanations as to why it started happening. I had a severely mentally ill dad, and got bullied a lot when I moved to a new town because of my looks, my dad and how he was 'crazy' I have since had 2 children, and have tried My upmost best to get better myself, without anybody's help. I suffer with anorexia, and just saying that makes me feel ashamed, as I am essentially self harming. My first behaviours I remember, was taking my food to eat in the toilets, so I didn't get seen, I stopped eating in front of people, then I stopped eating my full meals, then I started hiding or throwing my food away. I made myself sick a lot, I passed out a lot. My mum first took me to the hospital when she caught a glimpse of me when I was 12, I was changing into my baggy clothes, you get used to hiding things once you've watched your mum, and how she hides her bruises and lie about how she got them, and that's how I hid my bruises, and my eating disorder, I lied, a lot. My dad was very abusive, he has been arrested and sectioned on countless occasions.
So my mum had taken me to the hospital/ doctors I don't remember, I am 26 now and a tenner the time I wasn't very bothered, I suppose, I hated myself so much, because I felt everyone who saw me hated me, that's why I never felt safe. The doctor told my mum 'she is doing this for attention' 'you need to eat' For 1. I didn't need want any attention, honestly, I always wanted to be invisible, I stopped feeling pain after a while of the abuse. I just didn't want to exist, I starved myself in an attempt to 'fit in' then maybe I would just be left alone by everybody. I burned most of the pictures my mum had taken of me through that period. And what I would see in the mirror, was co platelet different to what everyone else would see, I saw this massive person who looked nothing like me, so I weighed myself maybe 3-4 times a day, I ate a biscuit every time I felt faint, so nobody would notice and think I was fine. I've always had trouble with my appetite, but if nobody will help me after spending years trying to do it myself, then I don't understand what the point is for these 'public services'. I'm so lost, and alone, I broke down the other day and asked my mum if she would take my kids because I just don't feel like I deserve them. I'm ashamed of myself. They deserve so much better. I don't go out I can't stand wing around so many people, I don't eat as often as I should and what kind of role model is that?? I just need some help, but I don't know what to do anymore. My fear is that, my kids will find me dead on the floor, and that's not what I want! But I don't know what to do!? The constant battle with my mind kills me, more and more and I don't know anymore if it's my mind stopping me eating or my body. Somebody please, tell me I'm not alone!???