Iām pissed, to say the least.
Well, no, actually, Iām past that point. Iām just fully expecting to be dismissed so I just feel a bit blasĆ© to the situation.
In a brief summary of my debilitating emotions and anxiety, I am terrified to return to college. I feel compelled to tell you why and tell you the extent of my terror, (honestly it is; I had a mental break and ran away and did frankly shitty things at the thought of going for an hour walk around/visit) but honestly it would be too emotionally traumatic and Iām not feeling particularly stable as it is. Perhaps in the future, but itās really deep set in me and my development so itās a bit too raw for now.
ANYWAY.
What I did want to write about is how my college just ignores eating disorders and flippantly pushes concerns away.
They knew about my diagnosed severe Anorexia Nervosa from day one.
They knew I had already spent 6 months in an inpatient centre, fighting for my life.
In fact, the woman asked me way too personal questions about the matter because we were alone, and said some really hurtful and quite intimidating, triggering things to me. (I feel like I may have written about these. Iāll see.)
As time went on, the naivety of those even trained in the nursing profession was extraordinary. Iāll warn you, what my teacher said was pretty damn annoying, so skip if you like, but Iām sure it annoyed me much more because of my situation and the fact that I was behind the computers and I wasnāt meant to hear it.
The other group were creating supposed hospital menus as a task, and one of them had chosen to do one for rehabilitating an Anorexic person. Fair enough. She asked my teacher for advice and she said, I kid you not, āAnorexic people donāt eat. They just drink those Slim Fast drinks all the time. Thereās no point making a menu, they just donāt eat, they have those.ā And then proceeded to laugh at her HILARIOUS and clearly very well informed insight.
I just stood up and stormed out to sob in my isolated room the college lovingly provided: the cupboard in the staffroom.
When my afternoon teacher saw me later in the day, after I had DEFINITELY made sure not to eat anything after a comment like that, I told her, devastated at what she had said. I was very honest, making me feel so vulnerable and raw: āI have Anorexia Nervosa. I spent 6 months in hospital hours away from home because it got so severe and Iām very likely going back there soon.ā And the darling lady said to me āItās okay, Denica. People grow out of Anorexia. Itās just something that happens when youāre a teenager sometimes, but you just grow out of it.ā
Yeah, really.
Well, I relapsed completely (not saying it was their fault, I was already slipping but the college failed to listen to that either).
I told them, and my parents told them from the beginning how agonising and how difficult it was for me to eat at school. So they provided me with the cupboard to eat in alone (I canāt eat in front of others, and am terrified on teenagers). As I was slipping and stopped eating at school, my weight was plummeting, and there was a meeting with my parents and those high up in the college to put interventions in place. My parents were begging someone to simply look in on me. Not even that, just see that I wasnāt throwing away my lunch (that I did literally just outside their office door). Their answer was āItās not our responsibility to make Denica eat. She just has to deal with that on her own.ā
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Fast forward to now and my meeting there after my second 6 month admission. I was a trembling, anxious mess. I had a panic attack and sobbed. My CAMHS worker was there to express my concerns for me and look after me which I was really grateful for, and she saw first-hand how they completely ignored my Anorexia. She told them repeatedly that I had just came out of hospital for my eating disorder, that I was extremely vulnerable now. That it is was 2 weeks ago. That I absolutely cannot eat at college. That I simply have to keep up with my nutritional intake.
They didnāt listen at all.
They just flipped it back to my social anxiety every single time.
Which yes, in a way, I am very grateful for, but my anxiety will not actually REALLY kill me. My Anorexia very nearly has in two different time periods, and will again if I am not supported.
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When I was first enrolled in the college and I told them my situation, I was told āyou arenāt the first person to come here with an eating disorder.ā
I get that, I really do, there are horrible statistics.
But surely that would mean that there should be a lot more intervention than there is now.
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I just want to sit them all down and tell them:
There are lots of different eating disorders. There are even more different levels of severities. You may well have had people with eating disorders before, but did they spend a whole year in inpatient hospital? Very often, only the most severe cases are admitted to hospital at all, so why is it that you continue to ignore something so life-threatening.
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Sorry not sorry for this rant. Please share your experiences and thoughts below.
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