Triennial

Three years ago today, I was discharged from inpatient care. It was a sunny day, although all I really remember is how bizarre it felt, and how scared I was of being launched into the outside world. I’ve reminded myself of this a couple of times today – it gives me a little thrill of […]

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A Week to Turn It Around

‘If you don’t gain some weight before your next appointment, there’s a bed waiting for you in hospital.’ How many people living with an eating disorder have heard this? I was driving to work this morning and thinking about how unfair this is. Is there any other illness where you’re threatened with a hospital admission? […]

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What Happens Afterwards?

My friend Sophie messaged me the other day. She asked me whether I’d be up for writing a post about how being in inpatient care solves problems, but creates other problems as well. I’ve never actually written a post for someone else, or about a topic someone else has suggested before, so I’m sorry if […]

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Lonely

Not so long ago, I started a new job. Without wishing to jinx anything (because that’s the sort of anxious person I am), I love it. It’s the type of job I always hoped for when I was training. But, last week, I found myself feeling unexpectedly lonely. Inpatient treatment – for me, anyway – […]

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My Big Mouth

When I was inpatient, it was a running joke that new admissions¬†would always have had ‘the worst anorexia in the world ever’, a claim backed up with evidence – usually blood-test related – from a medical professional: “My consultant had never met anyone as anaemic as me.”; “I had the lowest temperature of anyone ever […]

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