Randomly thinking about that time an otherwise supportive doctor told me "that's bad :/" when I reported what was actually progress in my eating disorder recovery. She knew I was severely traumatised and therefore at high risk of an ED. And yet.

Fucking diet culture everywhere. I could never get ANY treatment whatsoever for my ED because it was and is all horrifyingly toxic and full of "recover, but not too much!" dogma; the axiom: "Starvation isn't great but being fat is literally the worst", so we'll tell you to do more restrictive, disordered stuff if you're fat or we think you could head in that direction. THAT IS NOT SAFE! 😱

But it's everywhere.

I was never treated (or even assessed) for my ED despite being an obvious risk and struggling with it all the time, denial being part of that struggle as it is for most people. Then when I started eating more and resting more instead of doing the stupid dangerous shit I'd put my body through before, that no one ever worked with me on- Well that's when I started gaining weight, which is a normal and healthy response. But then they saw that as an issue. And I stayed out of the ED groups and was really scared to be put in those because they included MORE food control, LESS freedom (to eat!) and triggery and shamey stuff like weekly mandatory weight checks. It messed me up just seeing that being done to others.

I don't think I realised until now how much that implicit threat of punishment for being fat (as a direct result of periods of malnourishment, but that's neither here nor there) has messed me up. I could never feel safe. Because I wasn't. Because my basic needs were seen as laziness and greed, just like my rapists had characterised them. And my treatment teams all agreed on that point, even if they didn't phrase it like that. But they made sure I got the message. "Your basic survival needs are lazy and greedy and you don't deserve them fulfilled."

I was never allowed to be there for, or in, my body. Being trans and genderqueer was WRONG too and a potential mental disorder, which is why I usually didn't dare mention it. It never went well when I did, except that one time in the psych ward that was otherwise the worst and most retraumatising. Gave me athlete's foot as well. Ugh.

ATE A FOOD I HAD FORBIDDEN MYSELF FOR 20+ YEARS πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³

SO. MANY. FEELS!

😭

this is fuckin hard, y'all

like, good overall and important and stuff but. OOF.

Hardest part is realising and admitting how wrong I was for so long and how I lived my life based on lies when really I always strived for and valued the truth. But like. It sounds cliché and fake but it does atm feel like "that wasn't really me, that was the disorder". idk. I hate it. I hate realising that I was completely under the thumb of something that I would have rejected, that I was not in control, it was controlling me. And even after I was on my recovery journey, there was still so much bs that I was holding on to and that had a hold over me. so much 😭

lies like

"Self-restraint is a virtue/ indulgence is bad"

"less is more"

"if it doesn't hurt, it can't be effective"

"it is virtuous and morally good and important and effective to make personal sacrifices"

"this isn't a sacrifice, you LIKE it!" (when I don't allow myself to consider the alternative)

"this is extreme, but extreme is good because it is radical, it goes to the roots of the problem!" (ok, sometimes true, but not everything that's extreme is automatically effective or even radical!)

"this flies in the face of conventional wisdom because I am actually more informed than most people" (again, sometimes true but not automatically true)

"the problem isn't that this is too hard, it's that I'm stupid/not trying enough/ etc"

"you always have to try harder. just like. in general."

"pushing yourself is morally good and leads to growth rather than burnout"

"you don't deserve to have your needs and desires met"

"this isn't a need, it's a want, it's selfish"

"others have it worse so quit complaining"

"resting is wasting time"

"having fun is selfish when others are suffering"

"there is so much to do, no time for rest/fun!"

...and so on. Until you genuinely can't tell what you want and need. Because society and especially abusers (insofar as there's a difference) beat that ability out of us starting in infancy.

And these beliefs are so common in activist scenes and spaces and are what motivates many people to do activism. It's not "just" the stuff eating disorders are made out of, it's also the water most people swim in in general. Obviously you get versions of these beliefs in religions and conservative circles too....

There's nothing more radical than listening to your body's needs and allowing them unconditionally. Fuck the concepts of laziness, greed and undeservedness!

#EDRecovery #EatingDisorder #recovery #mh #DietCulture #AbuseCulture #MentalHealth #MentalIllness

Like that thing that recipe bloggers do where they make a "healthy" (IT'S PROBABLY BOGUS SCIENCE!!! THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU NEED!) version of something and tell you that "you can't even tell the difference". Yeah you can. If it has no sugar, fat and/or carbs in it, it probably tastes like cardboad and won't satisfy. Bodies need macronutrients, them good.

My parents told me the same about expensive brand name stuff (like nutella lol) versus knock-offs, that "you can't taste the difference". But that's gaslighting. Different versions of the same food often taste different enough that it is very reasonable to have favourites. And that's ok. And for me personally that is sometimes the cheaper version (idk I liked cheap ketchup better than the brand name one). But not always. And that's ok. Even if you can't afford the expensive version or don't have the spoons to prepare your favourite version etc, it's still ok to acknowledge which food or version of it you prefer.

And you need to listen to your body. ESPECIALLY when it tells you to eat the "unhealthy" food or "too much" of it or at the "wrong time". That's your body looking out for you.

I know in theory that because of my eating disorder, my body's ability to signal its needs to me, and probably more so my ability to listen, is messed up. So I have to eat when I'm not hungry, or eat when nothing tastes good. (The praxis of this still trips me up.) But when I DO get a craving, I know I should listen.

"All the tasty food is bad for you" is a lie. It's tasty because it is full of stuff we need. That's basic evolution. We need energy, calories, sugar, fat, carbs. They're good for us and they're healthy and they're necessary. Additives usually serve a good purpose and are fine (except artificial sweeteners). Ok I'm not a nutritionist, these are just things I need to remind myself of. I'm being very general and vague for that reason. But it's important to push back against the constant diet culture messages that tell us to deprive ourselves of things we're hungry for.

#EDRecovery #EatingDisorder #DietCulture

I always used to think that I didn't fit the typical ed model. Nothing I read seemed to fully apply to me. But I'm starting to realise that some of that was because I was way deeper in denial than I thought.

For example, I was definitely trying to gain control via the ed. I had no control over my life and over my body and over what goes into it (because I was getting raped, but was in denial about it). So maybe my ed was my desperate attempt at control. idk. I wanted to believe that I wasn't doing that. But realising now that I was still being actively abused and that my eating disorder was much worse and different than I used to think, it starts to paint a different picture.

It's hard not to get down on myself for being so stupid and believing the disordered lies, when they were things I consciously rejected. I knew better. But being a chronic rape victim isn't about knowing facts. It was a helplessness that necessitated some extreme coping mechanisms. And I wish it could have been different. I could (and frequently do) spend hours and days thinking about what I would do differently if I had known this or that or if this or the other thing had been different.

But I can't change the past. I can only learn to forgive myself and... idk I guess realise that there wasn't really that much to even forgive. At the end of the day, my rapists are to blame for the damage they did. Some blame goes to professional "helpers" who failed me. Some goes to society at large for being a pathetic shitshow that enables rape, abuse and disorder left right and center. Only a very small portion falls on me and I'm honestly doing my best to take responsibility.

My desperate search for control when I had no freedom is what got me trapped in my disorder. Facing the truth and taking responsibility and realising just how little control and power I had - and therefore how little responsibility or blame I could possibly have had! - is what sets me free.

I do like truth. It's a neat thing, a cool and good bean. 

(it's ok to retoot this despite how personal it is, bc I hope that sharing my story and thoughts can help others ❀️)

@DionRa when you're awake, I hope it's ok if I go through your stash of sweets and snacks FOR THERAPEUTICAL REASONS πŸ˜‚

dw, I'll leave some for you, too ❀️

suddenly craving some stuff I had on the forbidden list... stuff I didn't think I'd ever miss, honestly. But now I'm like πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€” that sounds yummy???

I should try. At least I'm good at this recovery stuff in theory lol. Let's see how the practical side goes. Everything changes.

the (also positive) flipside of trying previously forbidden things is that I can now also say no to stuff I don't like. I don't like mustard. But I ate stuff with mustard on it because it was the only "allowed" option in that category I had access to. I couldn't avoid the mustard while sticking to my "rules". Now that my options have opened up, I can actually listen to my taste much better!

crying again, over how much of my life this bs stole from me! 😭 😑

this is such a roller coaster! πŸ˜΅β€πŸ’«πŸ€―

also, online shopping for snacks... πŸ‘€πŸ•πŸ˜‹

I HOPE WE CAN AFFORD πŸ˜“

to think I actually intended to NEVER EVER eat some of my absolute favourite things ever again. 😭😭😭😭

The chocolate bar I won once at a summer camp, where I actually had fun for once! πŸ•οΈ
The candy my grandma used to give me, that she had in her special candy drawer!
The special regional food I grew up with that feels important to my cultural identity, even if only as a Fischkopp (KrabbenbrΓΆtchen), that embodies summer day trips to the north sea. (ok admittedly hard to get a hold of now that I moved away but still)

It's hard enough connecting to my cultural background without feeling gross, cause gotta steer clear of the nationalism and shit. It's hard enough holding onto happy childhood memories because it was all overshadowed by abuse. But food can really help. And it's gonna be fun getting to know my new home through exploring their food culture, I hear good things about Karelianpiirakka! Also alllllll the liquorice! LIQUORICE ICE CREAM CAN'T WAIT TO TRY!!!

I wanted to be pure.

I wanted to be immaculate.

I wanted to be free of sin.

😭😭😭😭

I deserved to feel good about myself without these stupid food restrictions!!! And I didn't put the pieces together because the abuse was dissociated and hidden from my conscious mind. But of course I couldn't feel clean when people were doing gross stuff to me on an ongoing basis. I tried to find some way...

But fuck. That's exactly the kind of thing I never wanted. Even when I was still religious, I never subscribed to all that purity obsession, or asceticism. At least not consciously... Sigh.

It feels like a spell has been broken, since I started eating previously forbidden food. It really feels like a landslide, like invisible prison bars just melted away. Everything is different now. It's still scary though, ngl.

It feels like I have to find out who I am now.... it used to be my identity. I guess I am more than the disorder. Time to prove it πŸ’ͺ

It goes beyond that though... this sounds over the top and crazy, but I guess that's what this is, but yeah it feels like I have to reconsider my place in the universe. Like it feels like "giving up" that disorder-based identity has cosmic proportions. I do trust the process though and I do know that the universe carries me and holds me. I do have a place here, it's just different than I thought...

I just remembered another thing I can now do again! When I was a kid I used to have this, like almost ritual, where on the weekends I'd spend hours in the kitchen, preparing a specific dish, usually the same (I didn't know I was autistic but looking back, there were signs xD). And I'd do it in the same way, get all the ingredients out and ready, mix the first together, then taste it. Then add the next, taste again. And so on :D It was such a wholesome little ritual. I really loved it. To see, feel and taste how it developed. Such a grounded experience. All senses.

I want to do that again. I can't yet, because I'd need fresh ingredients that we can't buy until we've moved to a place with access to a grocery store, but hopefully soon! Oh, I'd need a blender too, but I think that should be doable. (Overall, eating without dancing around my previous rules should be way cheaper! Especially if I do end up cooking from scratch more.)

And the best part? Dion will like this too! Finally we can eat meals together, instead of always having different things. That was so exhausting tbh.

This food preparation ritual I had was also kind of... idk like one of the few times I felt kinda safe as a kid. I think my family liked having me make them food, so they'd allow me to have that. Have a break, where I was usually left alone.

I still wanted to love my family, and "Liebe geht durch den Magen" - Love goes through the stomach. I expressed my love by making them food. I did my best. I remember the care I took to get it right. Sometimes I'd ask my grandma for tips, she was a great cook. I'd even set the table with everyone's favourite plates, cutlery and cups at their places.

They still abused me. They never deserved me.

I really need to do that for someone who actually deserves my love and care and attention!!!!

I really love the term "comfort food"!!!! That's so much better than the german "Nervennahrung" which just means "food for the nerves" which sounds so much more utilitarian and doesn't have the warmth of comfort food.

Yeah I remember the things I used to eat for comfort... the treats that were fun, the snacks and meals that weren't trying to sneak in vegetables, that were just unapologetically there for pleasure. Usually dripping in cheese, come to think of it xD
Maybe the love is stored in the cheese? πŸ€”

Oh, or just things that were shaped like animals! Or had swirls in it. Stuff you'd give to kids as treats (though tbh my parents didn't do that. All the more reason for me to treat myself now!)

Essen hΓ€lt KΓΆrper und Seele zusammen.
oooh, I heard finland is one of the top consumers of ice cream per capita, there should be a bunch of nice ice cream to try!
@Aurin_the_classtraitor I AM SO FREAKING GLAD THAT YOU ARE DOING THIS, FRIEND!! IT IS SO MUCH FUCKING MORE THAN OK!!!
@DionRa πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°
COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU MATE!!!