I had to miss out on meeting friends for lunch and to say goodbye for the last time before everyone leaves after graduation because I have a nutritionist appointment. I’m in one of those moods where I really despise having to do treatment things. I got in trouble in nutrition a few weeks ago for not wanting to open up and I’m afraid today is going to be another bitchy day.
I’m graduating today! It’s been rough at times but I made it through. I might not be getting the honors other people are getting, but I’m alive and proud.
:D you’re the best
I have decided to go to the pool party after all even though my gastroparisis is back and I’ve gained.
I actually think that I look kind of acceptable. I don’t look “anorexic” anymore by a longshot but maybe I can still look okay? Photos under the read more.
Senior week. Too much drinking. Eating at weird times makes my digestion stop. I have never weighed this much in my life. Trying to stave off a melt down.
I went to Goodwill to shop for work clothes to wear to my new internship (and whatever comes after). Clothing shopping has been a bit rough recently and has frequently sent me into tailspins.
I was looking at the suits and this woman who was also shopping asked me if I was looking at suits, and I said yes. Somehow she decided to be my personal shopping assistant and start pulling things for me to try, without asking my size. I felt my head start screaming because she was pulling sizes that were larger than my actual size and she thought I was 4 inches shorter than I am.
I freaked out because it was like a confirmation that other people really do see me as being just as fat as I see myself.
Somehow, I managed not to cry in the store, though. I made it through the rest of the shopping trip and even tried things on after that. I didn’t manage any pants, but I got some other things that I can wear and feel good in. Also, some woman when I was leaving the Goodwill approached me and said, “Now, don’t think I’m a lesbian or something, but you have a fantastic figure!”
And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
You know when you read something that’s so accurate that you don’t know how to words?
- I am convinced that I am too much for people to want to deal with from the start.
- I shut people out and clearly keep myself from opening up.
- When they push me to open up, I open up too much to prove to them that they shouldn’t want to be with me because I am too much to handle.
- They feel good that I have opened up to them and feel strongly about our relationship.
- Repeat step 3 until person believes I am too much to handle and needs space.
- Take request for space as complete rejection and become too embarrassed to talk to the person again.
- Look for reassurance from them anyway.
TW Disordered eating, eating disorders
Lily Myers, performing for Wesleyan University at the 2013 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. This poem was awarded Best Love Poem at the tournament.
Would it help to look at other people’s pictures and how they aren’t perfect (because nobody is, really)? I did that for my linkedin picture.
It’s not so much that I think that the picture needs to be perfect. I looked at the pictures that past interns have posted and it’s really not about us being pretty. It’s mainly that in order to go through my photos to find one for the website, I have to wade through an ocean of photos of different weights, including low weight pictures.
AHHHHHHGHHHH! Run away!!! Ahhhhhh!
In a humiliating blow to the American Psychiatric Association, Thomas R. Insel, M.D., Director of the NIMH, made clear the agency would no longer fund research projects that rely exclusively on DSM criteria. Henceforth, the NIMH, which had thrown its weight and funding behind earlier editions of the manual, would be “re-orienting its research away from DSM categories.” “The weakness” of the manual, he explained in a sharply worded statement, “is its lack of validity.” “Unlike our definitions of ischemic heart disease, lymphoma, or AIDS, the DSM diagnoses are based on a consensus about clusters of clinical symptoms, not any objective laboratory measure nsensus is now clearly missing. Whether it ever really existed remains in doubt. As one consultant for DSM-III conceded to the New Yorker magazine about the amount of horsetrading driving that supposedly “evidenced-based” edition from 1980: “There was very little systematic research, and much of the research that existed was really a hodgepodge—scattered, inconsistent, ambiguous.”
According to Insel, too much of that problem remains. As he cautionedof a manual whose precision and reliability has been overstated for decades, “While DSM has been described as a ‘Bible’ for the field, it is, at best, a dictionary, creating a set of labels and defining each.” And not even a particularly good dictionary, apparently. Of the decision to steer research in mental health away from the manual and its parameters, Insel states: “Patients with mental disorders deserve better.”