ED and Me

When my daughter, Guzzy, was first diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa, I had a hard time comprehending the diagnosis. I was in denial and initially believed her when Guzzy very persuasively made the case that she wasn’t really sick, she was fine and everyone was over-reacting; she would eat a bit more over the summer and all would be well. At the time, I believed her, but I now realize that it was ED speaking, not wanting to alert me to the tight grip it had on my daughter.

I went through a whole gamut of emotions, fear, denial and irrational rationalizations: How could this be happening to US? Surely, she was too thin, but a label of anorexia seemed overly dramatic and sensational. How could my daughter be sick when she was doing well in school? How could she be too sick to prevent her from going on her beloved summer choir trip? And then there is this: admitting she was sick was an admission that I had failed as a mom, that I had not taken heed or action soon enough when my own daughter was wasting away before my eyes.

That was before; when I knew next to nothing about Eating Disorders. That was before I educated myself by devouring a variety of books, blogs and anything I could my hands-on. That was before we commenced on a journey of hospitalizations, therapies and meal plans. That was before I found my lifeline: an online forum of other parents FEAST .

That was before I started talking about my experiences to people in my own life and found that most people are only 1 or 2 degrees of separation away from someone who has suffered from a significant eating disorder. As a parent, I have become less afraid of sharing my experiences; as I no longer fear the judgement of others or of myself. Guzzy has also become more confident with sharing her story, due to the resultant outpouring of support and shared experience stories from others.

That was before I read the fabulous book: Help Your Teenager Beat an Eating Disorder by Lock and LeGrange. They devote an entire chapter to ‘Don’t Ask Why’. Boy, did I need to hear that! It turns out there is no smoking gun; no single cause or reason that causes eating disorders, and there are many theories regarding genetics as well as a wide-range of triggering environmental factors. Parents do not cause eating disorders, however parents are almost always critical to their child’s recovery.

Now that our own crisis has abated, I want to leverage some of of my hard-won knowledge and energy as an advocate for greater awareness and community Outreach. I’m not entirely certain what form that will take yet, so stay tuned!

Singing with Mom

My mom loves music.  Throughout the years mom was a musician, a self-taught pianist, a church choir director, a composer, a first-class soprano soloist, a piano teacher, and a High school music teacher.  In addition to her many musical talents, mom was what they used to call a ‘smart cookie’–She was the salutatorian of her High School class and Valedictorian in college (or vice-versa).

Today mom couldn’t spell ‘CAT’ if you spotted her the A and the T.  While she is always happy to see me, she tends to think I am her sister–which is fine with me, at least it is someone she thinks of fondly.   (more…)

CSI Book Club

CSI Book Club

I am an avid reader.  At least I am when not in the throes of an obsession with Sudoku or a jigsaw puzzle.  I am susceptible to falling into some kind of unhealthy jigsaw puzzle spell, resulting in an OCD-like singular focus that has been known to interfere with other day-to-day activities, such as sleeping, getting to work on time, or spending time with my family.

Despite these occasional lapses from my usual state of sound mental health;  I have been a reader my whole life, and enjoy talking about books with friends–preferably while also drinking wine.   A couple years ago, I initiated a book club with a group of friends, and our unofficial name became “The CSI Book Club” based on the memorable evening that a SWAT team livened up our gathering.  Below is a photo from my friend Kate’s front window, taken by myself before the cops advised me that it would be best if I wasn’t standing at the window.  I believe the actual quote was more along the lines of ” GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW NOW!!!”

CSI Book Club 1

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