What a week! And it’s only Thursday! We are so looking forward to Friday and the weekend! It’s been a difficult week so far, which is why we’ve been offline. We’ve moved officially into the Stepdown house and the transition is a hard one. Although we know all the ladies in Stepdown, we are still the new kid on the block and it makes it hard to find our niche. Everyone goes through this and gets through it, so I’m sure we will too. The only way through it is through it.
We’ve been told we’ve done some really good work, although I don’t see it. We’ve been told we don’t dissociate as much and we seem co-concious most of the time. I wish I could tell my T. that I’ve already bought a scale and I am already restricting. I’m not restricting too much, but just enough to fuel the addiction and obsession about how to burn calories, how to avoid calories, and what lies we can make up so that we can avoid eating with others. It needs to stop now.
Funny thing is, we’ve connected the eating disorder with the trauma…mostly. Most of us in the system believe they are connected. We won’t go into detail, but we’ve thought that if we process the trauma and find resolution in our story, we don’t need to hide behind the eating disorder. When those thoughts first started being processed, it felt like such a relief. But our eating disorder parts are fighting back mad and hard. I suppose the more we work on the trauma the more the eating disorder parts will feel the need to come up and do their job.
Part of me loves the eating disorder. Why wouldn’t I? It protected me all this time from feeling the pain and despair of being traumatized at the earliest of ages. I need to find a different job for the eating disorder. Rather, the parts that hold eating disorders need to find new jobs. I wonder if cooking would be an appropriate job. I would worry that since it is still food related it might set us up for failure. I don’t know. What I do know is that if I left residential treatment today, and I’ve said it before, the eating disorder would swallow me whole. I do think if we stay in treatment a little longer and do more hard trauma work that it MIGHT, ALMOST, COULD BE, MAYBE POSSIBLE that enough of the treatment could hook us and we wouldn’t fall on our face out of treatment. We just need to be hooked in and I don’t know how long that will take.
Anyway, so now that we’ve got freedom, we have a whole weekend to plan out and since we don’t have Internet access at the Stepdown house, we will be off-line. Perhaps I can write again before I leave in-house today. I may go to a coffee house this weekend that has Internet access. I was thinking of taking the littles to Build-A-Bear. They have two already but the last one doesn’t count. I think I might go to the movies by myself. I’ve always liked it. I know some people feel self-concious going to the movies alone but I like it. My favorite summer was two summers ago when Pirates of the Carribean At Worlds End came out. I went to the movies every week to see that film. And it was especially fun once the movie had been out a while and we would go during the day. We were the only ones in the theater.
My mind is dwelling on school. I sadly think that if I was still in school I would be finishing my Practicum right now. I would almost be finished and would be a teacher. *sigh*
I’ve written enough of a big random mess. Till next time.