What helps?

I was reading a blog post from someone I follow, and the author, Melissa, asked a very difficult but intriguing question in on of her most recent posts.

[…] I emphasised the individuality and variation inherent in eating disorders; and the impossibility, therefore, of a one-size-fits-all approach.


What are the things – in terms of types of treatment, and approaches, and qualities – that really helped?

I thought I would therefore share my response too:



The Joy Project, leaflets and Youtube Videos

Featured site: The Joy Project [link]
The Joy Project website has a variety of self-help guides which may provide useful strategies in helping one recover from an Eating Disorder. Includes things like grounding techniques, fun recovery activities, relapse prevention and some good old myth busting too.

Featured site: Center for Clinical Intervention GP leaflets [link]
Although aimed as GP handouts, they provide a lot of PDF fact sheets on Eating Disorders from laxatives, to calorie counting to tackling fear foods. Clear and reliable information.

Featured YouTube videos “Life After ED” [link]
A sufferer talks about her struggles with so much truth and strength and portrays the reality of Anorexia and recovery very clearly, offering a lot of hope and also showing a lot of courage for sharing her experiences.

What is Recovery REALLY like?

I recently stumbled upon a post made on the ED Bites blog, but I thought it may be a useful resource to put on here.
It’s an hour long but the discussion may be valuable to all of those who are in recovery from an eating disorder, including both male and female speakers.

Recovery from an Eating Disorder: What Does Real Recovery Look Like? from NEDA on Vimeo.

On a tightrope: emerging into the real world

I was corresponding with another recoverer, and thought I would share with you my current struggles with learning to accept my life in recovery:

My life now is so much better without being so terribly ill, but in a was I find it difficult to re-emerge into the real life. My old life used to consist of travelling an hour to my OP treatment, seeing someone one or twice a week for an hour, getting home which took a hour. Then there were weekly blood tests at my GP. On top of that I developed an unstable shoulder due to muscle wasting (possible due to my anorexia?) which landed me on gas then morphine and then emergency anaesthesia at my local A&E a number of times. On top of bone scans, and other tests, and once a hospitalisation for medical instability. It blocked out every single worry I had, and every anxiety too as I was not living in the real world. I partly enjoyed the “life and death drama” of it all. Which is sad, I know. I lost friends, I disrupted my education, I isolated myself etc. And now it just feels so surreal that I am living “in the real world” and trying to be as normal as I can be. It just feels so odd that I have been so disconnected from the world for what seems like an eternity. Right now I feel I’m on a tightrope: I’m occasionally fantasising about the old (I know, very crappy and pathetic) life, and also about the life I could be living if I was even more free; I’m swaying between the two, but somehow managing to stay in equilibrium of being neither sick nor well.