Regression

[ChallengeEdwina]

Hi all, so I'm 3 and a half months into recovery and I've noticed over the last few days that I am reverting back to being a child. Seeking comfort in the way I did as a child (Sucking my thumb, carrying a blanket, needing constant reassurance) and also using creative ideas from my childhood as a way to calm anxiety. (Papier-mache, Blowing bubbles, painting...) it's quite embarrassing sometimes, when I'm out and all I can think about is the urge to suck my thumb. Has anybody else experienced anything like this? Love to you all 💜

[lillyofthevalley37]

Hi ChallengeEdwina I haven't had anorexia but my 2 daughters have , the eldest for quite a while and my youngest daughter had it briefly.

I can say that every recovery is different and whatever gets you through it is OK .

When you decide to go against anorexia and all it has instilled in you, you are fighting for survival, fighting against an evil entity that was manipulating you to kill yourself by starvation, also it will tell you to kill yourself by other methods my daughter said it was telling her to throw herself under a bus - so whatever it is that is getting you back to you and away from it is fine , keep going , keep getting away from it , you are doing well in this fight God bless and give you strength

[Audash]

That's okay and totally normal don't worry and listen to your body. I did quite strange things in recovery too

[xxz123]

Yes yes yes! When I’m scared and the noise in my head is so loud I’ll hide under a blanket suck my fingers my voice changes to to a babyish one. When I developed anorexia I began to cling to my mother. I wanted her to protect me from this. I wanted her to feed me, to tell me when and what and how much food. I developed ridged rules rules around everything such as what time I go to sleep and woke up, how long I was aloud to spend on the computer, what foods I was aloud to eat extra... and I wanted my mom to enforce them. I would ask for permission to eat a mini apple as If i was a 5 year old asking for a cookie before dinner. I was 15 then. My conference in myself had been shaken as I had accidentally almost starved myself to death. I wanted to feel safe and protected by the person who I trusted to take care of me.