Okay so yeah, first post here n junk. Just so it's known, I'm a guy. I've been forced into recovery by my parents and well yeah, kinda stinks. I can't really talk to anyone about my eating disorder coz my Mom makes me feel like s*** and my Dad may as well be gone. My therapist says she's trying to help me but every time I leave I feel worse about myself(not to mention triggered as f***.) and when I tell my parents they don't seem to care. Today really s***ed because I started noticing waist fat(Yes fat, it was jiggling when I walked). I'm on my second month of 'recovery' and feel worse about myself than ever. The scale was thrown out of my house(My parents finally did it, I found it 3 times after they said they were throwing it out, the third time they actually threw it out(I think, but I can't say for sure)) but I found an alternative means of weighing myself. I don't really want to recover and there is no way in the world that I'm going to weigh more than I did before restricting, if that day comes(My parents agreed they would not make me gain past that point) I swear I'll drop back down to 95 in 2 weeks(I was at 122 before dieting(I know I can do it since I lost 30 lbs in a month)).
To sum it up: recovery is kinda harsh, and I'm eating until I'm sick(And my parents know) and throwing up(Not intentionally). So bluh, upsetness...
Sorry about all the *** stuff, just getting my point across
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