When “Eating Disorder” becomes a description

Maybe it’s a double standard or me being overly dramatic (a word that has never been used to describe me) but on Tuesday I picked up a letter from my doctor to clear me medically for an ED treatment program and as I read the letter it was like being punched in the gut. Why? Not because the letter was mean or harsh or anything like that but rather it was because of the words ‘eating disorder’. They were used as a description and it was like this whole thing went from “an eating disorder” to “her eating disorder”. My eating disorder. MY. MINE. Like it is officially a part of me and honestly, I am not sure how I feel about how raw and real that is.

Now, I have (countless) times written on here I have an ED, used the words and typed them into Google but until 2 weeks ago I hadn’t ever said the words out loud and actually, when I came clean with my doctor I didn’t even say “eating disorder” I just described my actions and thoughts. Telling my best friend on Monday (last week) was the first time I ever said “I have been diagnosed with an eating disorder” but even then it was an illness, an invader, a foreigner. But “her eating disorder” just makes official that this is my disease, I have this, it is inside me, tearing me apart. It’s no longer a third party but rather it is ingrained in me, has become part (or most of) who I am, and is officially no longer something I can just brush off as me being a “hypochondriac” or “not sick enough for”.

And that’s a hard pill to swallow ( and worse than that terrible liquid potassium chloride I had to take yesterday bc of my terrifyingly low potassium levels). I mean it’s not like I wasn’t expecting those exact words in the letter because tbh, of course I was. I mean I have an eating disorder I’m not delusional about everything but still I still feel scared, raw and vulnerable. Vulnerable is the worst.

I think seeing it also solidified that I am going to have to start using it to describe myself in relation to my health. This will have to start sooner rather than later too and not just with the treatment center (who I have also managed to only say those words out loud to once as well) but also because next week I have to go to my fave doctor (totally serious). He is my amazingggg podiatrist and seriously I am a bazillion percent sure my feet would’ve been goners a longggg time ago if not for him, especially since I took up running lol. But he entertains all my wacko thoughts and ideas, like when he put me in a cast and I told him how I was going to finagle it so I could still skydive 8 days later (which I did successfully!). But I trust him enough to do surgery once and treat all my injuries well enough to keep running and now that I am facing surgery again for a different issue I know he needs (and deserves) to know. Plus, some of the extra issues I’m having are things dealing with my feet (constant numbness and my mom thinks the heel agony is bc of my calcium deficiency). But still I hate feeling vulnerable and I am still not comfortable with sharing that with anyone much less being the person saying the words eating disorder to describe me. But I have to because I know I need to and my appointment is next week.

I also have an appointment (again) with my primary doctor on Tuesday just to check in, do more lab work and make sure I am making headway in the admission to a treatment center (which I am). I am going to ask her just in case she says I don’t have to tell my foot doctor (which I doubt more than anything in the world) but still, I’ll ask. And hopefully, seeing her and being able to talk everything over will somehow help me get to the point where I am comfortable with telling another person about what’s going on (even though I know it is for the best, he will help too and that it is “okay” to ask for help).

So yeah, that’s where I am at. Not really sure where the post was supposed to go but I guess it was more of a ‘talk it out’ post since I can’t run right now and that’s normally where I have my ‘talk it out’ time within myself.

Confession:

When I eat and the hunger goes away even a little I  always feel like I have overeaten, like a failure and then when the hunger comes back I am always relieved and more relieved the sooner it does. This is one of the things I hate the most.