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Binge eating — one of the last of my dirty little secrets

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The Lines Project


When I did the Lines Project back in December with my wife and my daughter, I was reluctant to put a yellow line on my arm for eating disorder. I thought, “It doesn’t count!” A little voice said, “Yes, it does.”

I enthusiastically participated in The Lines Project last December, as my daughter and I deal with self-harm issues.  It was hard enough drawing some of the lines- but as I had come to an understanding of my cPTSD, and some of the very real dissociative episodes I had sometimes when the stress got to be too much, I figured I could count the orange and teal stripes.

Several others I thought were pretty self-explanatory, although purple was something that was also self-realized relatively recently- I mean in the past decade or so.  (I’ve written a little on my issues of sexual orientation, but not at great length.  I’ve been burnt by polarized discussion.)  By contrast, bullying, suicide, and such were very much a fixture of my childhood.

The yellow one was hardest to draw.  Much of the resources I read on eating disorders were mostly about anorexia and bulimia, and they seemed to suggest they were women’s issues– and only recently, did they start addressing men, but again, much of what I read was limited, as in the cases of men were effeminate gay males.  (How did I come to that conclusion?  The resources didn’t really talk about body image from what I thought was a masculine man’s perspective, especially as there was little talk about exercise, i.e. “Fitspo” ideals.)

I learned about binge eating in middle school, incidentally (late 1980’s) with a classmate and neighbor conducting an anonymous survey about eating disorders, but all the literature I read on it was virtually dead silent about it.

But at about the same time I was participating in The Lines Project, someone I greatly respect had something interesting to say:

We talked about it more, in public tweets and private DMs.  We’ve actually had a lot of discussions on Twitter about men’s issues– especially as I said I was aware of the men’s movement of the 1990s (Robert Bly uses a lot of Jungian archetypes, which dovetails with many subjects I blog about here).  I would dare say we’ve been virtual brothers-in-arms, discussing male vulnerability, sensitivity in men, and honest plans to address such when social norms and politics du jour seem to discourage a lot of it, or twist it in directions we feel are disingenuous.

Of course, I have yet to meet Rick face to face.  It’s also another matter to discuss a painful topic (such as binge eating) with someone in person, someone with some authority, and also someone who is a woman.

I don’t mean to sound glibly sexist– it’s not like that.  It’s that some of the people that were so instrumental in my abuse– some of the matriarchs of my family– gave me a lot of really unhealthy attitudes about food.  Food was part of the abuse.  And so I explained such in measured amounts to my nutritionist.

I was in for a follow-up appointment.  It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a nutritionist; this was my third.  With the first nutritionist I had, I lost almost 100 lbs. walking 3 hrs every day, dumbbell weight training 1 hr weekdays, and following a fairly strict diet.  My physician was worried about my obesity and possibly an onset of diabetes.  Pre-diabetes did come this third time around.  I lost around 30 lbs. this time following a counting carbohydrates diet, and lowered my A1C from almost 7.0% to 5.1%.  But no more weight was coming off.

So she started asking me a number of questions to figure out why.  It wasn’t the carbs- my blood sugars and A1C seemed to suggest otherwise.  So she started asking about portions and such.  The more she asked, the more I felt an emotion of panic and fear.  That sort of “oh shit, I’m about to get into so much trouble here.”

Don’t get me wrong.  She’d seen me in distress before, and at that time, I didn’t have a therapist.  She referred me to a contact with the Mental Health ombudsman, because I was loathe to get back into therapy, after 30 years of mostly failure, and dealing with so many arrogant and cowardly jerks for therapists.  That wasn’t an easy start, either- my first counseling placement didn’t work out.  My current arrangement came after contacting RAINN and the local SARC referred me to a therapist who is the Director of Counseling at the MH agency I’m at.

I’m not sure what more to say.  She spared me giving her all the details, although in the past, I was prone to spilling them all.  I felt very uncomfortable sharing as much as I did.

To be honest, I’m quite terrified.  I live in a community that treats domestic violence and eating disorders as primarily women’s issues.  There is slightly more visibility on orientation and gender issues, but… I’ll be honest, it’s not much.  I bristle at folks calling my hometown area backward, but, in a certain way, it very much is.


Journey out of the darkness, into the light (Blog For Mental Health 2014)

First of all, a shout-out to Calamity Rae for letting me know about this: Thank you, and thank you again for all your support!

Next, an introduction to the Blog for Mental Health project:

“I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2014 Project. I will blog about mental health topics not only for myself, but for others. By displaying this badge, I show my pride, dedication, and acceptance for mental health. I use this to promote mental health education in the struggle to erase stigma.”

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Want to learn more about Blogging for Mental Health 2014? Click on the image above.

This is an important issue to me because it’s something I deal with personally: I have a diagnosis of bipolar II mood disorder.  I also was in treatment recently for PTSD– although I haven’t been formally diagnosed with complex PTSD, I think that’s a more fitting paradigm and I appreciate Rae once again for bringing my attention to this issue.

The stigma doesn’t need to continue.  There are plenty of us who are managing much like anyone would with any other health condition.  Yet I know what it’s like to be stigmatized, and I really did experience such at the last blogging platform I was on– so I’d like to help bring attention to this cause.

Other shout-outs:

stephrogers – this badge immediately reminded me of her, as she sees great  significance in the rainbow as an expression of personality and essence of being.  (It’s more than just a political-social statement.)  We had a great discussion on Color Personality Theory.

Aussa Lorens – she works in a psych ward, and she’s keepin’ it real.  No, really, the first comment I made on her blog was saying that she IS telling things realistically as I’ve been there.  She still describes patients with dignity and respect– it’s some of her co-workers that are the real cray cray 😉  If you haven’t read her grand stories yet, head on over!

samara may be over in NYC, but she’s still mah hip-hop homegirl, and shown much love to Cimmy and I.  She gets this issue for a number of reasons– her Freshly Pressed IS THERE A PROBLEM IN YOUR FAMILY? is but one of them.

Le Clown and the Black Box Warnings blog– Eric cares.  Le Clown’s got swagger, but Eric is for real and he cares.  Thanks again, man.  UPDATE: Feb. 7, 2014: Eric Robillard has been outed for narcissistic and sexually predatory behavior.  Although I am upset that I had been deceived, there has been some really good posts that came about because of things coming to light.

Death of Le clown: A case study in the pathology of a predator by at Life of A Fallen Angel is an excellent breakdown of how human predators work, and I highly recommend reading it.

There are so many others that it would take me a long time to list them all– if you think I might be referring to you, I probably am!

Dealing with mental illness is a Hero’s Journey.  Help me bring this issue out of the darkness and into the light.  Things are better than they once were (if the stories aren’t mine, they’ve been told to me by others) but there’s still a lot of road to travel yet.

I think this post actually qualifies for today’s Day 12 challenge for Zero to Hero– From comment to blog post — be inspired by the community— but I will come back to where I left off, and probably come back to it again.

EDIT: Just a quick bonus, here’s our family parody on the Double Rainbow viral video:

 I'm a Zero to Hero Blogger!