So I tried to tell my mother about my eating disorder…
and how i’ve been going to a support group for it weekly and what not. Her response was to talked about sales (specifically how she bought something expensive that she DIDN’T need because it was on sale)and how they haven’t eaten dinner in four days (because my dad said they gained weight, which of course, neither of them have). I then accidentally texted her saying basically everything I Just said in this post. At first I was like “oh shit” then I was like ” oh well MAYBE she will be nice about it and realize that what she did sucked.
Here is her response “That’s funny but we have lots of nuts around 6 7 with tea that’s why daddy thought we should not eat dinner so i made fruit smoothy and had it with him. But last night we had shimp with bread”
There is no awareness. And that is why I will never tell her than I”m pansexual, nor why I am going to therapy, nor will I ever tell her that I’m with Andy, nor will they probably ever know until we’re headed down the alter, nor will I tell her when I’m pregnant because my parents will find away to invalidate me and not address my needs and make me feel a trillion times worse than I feel now.
I have two things to thank them for and that’s food and a roof, and sometimes I’m not even sure how thankful I am for that.
