⢠people treating it like a moral failing
⢠getting stared at by children
⢠my specific symptomology being hobby-incompatible, relationship-incompatible and enjoyment-incompatible
⢠seeing my loved ones as obstacles to routine rather than human beings who care about my welfare
⢠anhedonia. emotions limited to rage, existential disgust at the world and suicidal despair
⢠obsessed with food to the point of not caring about anything else on earth
⢠i would probably be arrested for shoplifting by now, although that started once i'd consciously regained a bit rather than actually at lw
⢠completely pissing myself more than once a day and having to wear incontinence pads with those sandwich-bag fastening clips holding my underwear up
⢠eternal binge paranoia
⢠contemplating giving myself fatal refeeding syndrome over a death binge and getting taken out by a meal. didn't try to. just thought abt Death By Deep-Fried Spring Rolls a lot.
⢠feeling some kind of mental countdown to death where i'd wake up with morning dread and certain days felt like some kind of anxious warning to not go out because this'd be the day i collapse in public
⢠being too depressed to change out of pyjamas
⢠single bite c/s from public bins where people would throw away entire takeaways
⢠having it be legally "justified" to have my autonomy removed
⢠having my identity stolen by other underweight people the minute i was in a hospital setting
⢠brain-dead staff somehow qualified and getting paid to ruin my life
⢠to be looked down upon by people socially-acceptably killing themselves with their own poor intake
⢠people thinking they had any place to comment on what i do with my life
⢠hypos
⢠eustachian tube dysfunction
⢠seeing pensioners in public with more energy than me
⢠once in a while, seeing people bigger than me with friends and laughing and happy-looking and realising it was me with my whole world-view fucked up beyond recognition. i wasn't holding the secret knowledge that everyone else was ignorant to, nobody was impressed by the circus act i took disproportionate pride in publicly flaunting, i was just. fucked. it wasn't that they couldn't do what i could, it's that they had no reason to ever want to.
edit +1d:
⢠worst insomnia i've ever fucking had
⢠lw muscle wastage, couldn't move neck, couldn't lift up from shoulders and needing help to get up from seated positions including the toilet. nobody else on here who hit the 10s (bmi not kg) seems to have had that happened to them which makes me sound like a massive liar. or like i developed AN by some kind of universe accident.
⢠massive swollen sausage fingers the second it got cold bc secondary reynaud's
⢠self-imposed ban from sedentary creative outlets and i wouldn't have been able to make anything if i wanted to