Things I Wish I Knew When I Learned My Young Child Had an Eating Disorder
My daughter's eating disorder was discovered 3 weeks after her 7th birthday. I wish someone could
have prepared me for how our lives would change. After we were turned away from
an eating disorder center because Laina was too young for their program, I did
Family-Based Treatment (FBT) on my own, with the help of the internet and advice
from a friend. This journey could have been easier with certain pieces of
knowledge.
Such as: This is going to be awful.
Each and every day. Multiple times a day. I was so caught off guard by how
utterly difficult it was going to be to sit with my child every 3 hours and
coach her through each bite. “Keep eating.” “Chew and swallow.” “Take a bite.” I
have said these words thousands of times. And it was horrible each and every
time. Instructing a child to eat, chew, swallow and repeat when they have
previously been able to do these things without your participation is awful.
Every second felt like it was wrong. I was not prepared to feel like a failure
every 3 hours.
And I didn’t know every meal would take 2 hours or longer,
and every snack would take about an
hour. I couldn’t conceive that that was possible! I’m the no nonsense mom and
surely after a day or two she’d see that there was no getting around eating,
right? Wrong. That ignorance rattled me. It was the beginning of summer, and I
was feeding her breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner, and snack. I’ll do the
math: nine hours of sitting with her, coaching her through every bite. And in
the beginning, nine hours was a good day! Some meals took 3 hours or longer for
Laina to consume, with no break afterwards as I then immediately needed to
prepare another plate. Feeding every 3 hours means from when the meal starts,
not when it is over. Virtually all of my time was filled with planning,
shopping, cooking, plating and supervising her meals. Cooking became a chore
and I have little affection for food right now.
But it wasn’t as though it was only
the time investment that was difficult. It was the screaming. I didn’t know my
child would scream such intense things at me like “I’m not eating!” “You can’t
make me eat!” “I’m never eating again!” “I know you hate me!” That last one was
always the finishing move. It gutted me each time she screamed it. And she
screamed it daily, multiple times a day. When you are fighting to save your
child’s life and they scream at you about how you don’t love them, it feels
like a bullet dipped in poison and shot from a revolver at close range has hit
you right in the chest. I didn’t know that would happen. And I didn’t know in
the same breath she could scream “You are mean!” and then a tenth of a second
later gently and earnestly ask “Can we go to the library today?” It gave me
endless whiplash, and would often take me a full day to get over the more
intense explosions.
Another thing I would have liked to
know is how everyone who was told of our situation would stare at me as though
I said my 7 year old child had suddenly sprouted a conjoined twin. “No,” they’d
say. “That isn’t possible!” Well, my dear, I wouldn’t make this up. I know this
isn’t common, and that’s good news, but unfortunately it is real. The amount of
judgement, side glances, crinkled up faces trying to process my words, and
skeptical responses I received was staggering to me, and made me feel alone.
I wish I would have known just how
alone the medical system would also make me feel. When my daughter was caught
throwing her lunch away, the spark that ignited my knowledge of her ED, I
immediately made an appointment with her pediatrician. She had treated Laina
since she was a month old, and had known my husband since he was about that age
as well. She had a gentle, reassuring tone whenever I was worried about an
aggressive cough or a strange-looking rash. I fully expected the same response
with this issue. But no, I was told I was the cause of all of this! It was my
need for power that was creating a problem where one didn’t exist. She even
told me to cancel my appointment with the ED center, who as I’ve said, turned
us away immediately when I asked for help. I wish I would have known how
clueless the medical system is. Maybe I wouldn’t have taken their actions so
personally.
It would have been useful to know
how long this battle would rage. I thought it would be so simple. Food goes in,
mind heals, done and done. People said I was so lucky! Attacking the ED so
early and so young would make this journey much, much easier than with a
teenager! While I haven’t parented a teen through an eating disorder, I
certainly would not agree that we are lucky, and this is not easy. This is
terrible and has been terrible every day for over 14 months. Though she’s fully
weight restored, she’s had no improvement in her mental state. Her daily goal
continues to be to eat as little as possible, and to look for opportunities to
get away with not eating. I now accept that fighting her ED will take at least
a decade. Knowing that earlier would have saved me from feeling like I’ve
failed her every day.
I didn’t comprehend how sneaky and
tricky a 7 year old with an eating disorder can be. She would fake sickness to
get out of eating, but that was fairly easy to spot. She’d say she had to
urgently go to the bathroom and I felt like a monster to say no, but then I’d
find mouthfuls of unchewed food in the garbage can. She’d wait for me to turn
my attention to her little sister, and try to stealthily move towards the
kitchen trash like a ninja. She would empty her lunch containers into the garbage
at school. She pulled each and every trick in the invisible eating disorders
guide book. I far underestimated the calculated way she would avoid meals! Yes,
I removed the trash can from the bathroom. Yes, I instituted a bathroom before
meals policy. Yes, I brought her plate with me if I had to leave the room. Yes,
I scrutinized her lunchbox containers for crumbs, knowing a complete turnover
into the trash would take away the crumbs, too. I even removed the kitchen
curtains so I could see her reflection in the glass if I had to turn my back to her. But I
know there are potentially even more tricks that I have yet to uncover. And as
we continue to fight this battle, I must continue to be observant for her
tactics.
It would have been also helpful to
know the impact my daughter’s eating disorder would have on my marriage. This
last year has been incredibly trying. My husband took months upon months to see
her ED as real and to fully believe that my actions were necessary. He didn’t
do the hours of research I did on FBT, he wasn’t present at every one of her
meals like I was, and she didn’t scream at him for hours every day. Early on he
said things like “You are feeding her the wrong foods! If you give her pizza, I
guarantee she’ll eat it.” He was uninformed, wrong, and very vocal. A winning
combination. This led to a lot of arguing until we got onto the same page, and
stressed our marriage until I thought it might not survive.
Lastly, I wish I would have
understood what this would do to my sanity. I try to be calm and steadfast
through this, but I also have moments I’d prefer to not mention. Perhaps I’ve
screamed back until my throat hurt. Or had my whole body shake from frustration
when we were 3 and a half hours into her eating a bowl of oatmeal. I once gave
myself a timeout in the laundry room for 20 full minutes while I panted and
paced like a caged cheetah. She loves to bring up that event whenever possible!
I feel regret and embarrassment all over again, and wonder where my sanity
went. I’m an adult and shouldn’t I be able to handle this without breaking
down? I now understand that only a saint can remain sane when their child has
an eating disorder. I really could have saved myself such heartache if I’d
known all of these things early on.
It infuriates me that 1. the pediatrician blamed you, and 2. your daughter was denied eating disorder services... As much as it sounds like you are doing a fantastic job, it's not fair on you to take on full responsibility for her recovery!! You're not a professional, and it's not fair for this to put SO much strain on your relationship with her and with the rest of your family. I wonder if the services might take you in now, now that you have obvious proof that this is a serious issue? Anyway, just want to give you some encouragement too. You are doing a fantastic job, and one day your daughter WILL thank you for your dedication and love. The ED is taking over her mind too much right now for her to realise that what you're doing is kind and loving, not mean and monstrous. I've battled eating disorders for years. It will get better. But yes it sure as hell is a VERY long and hard journey. Stick at it. You are amazing.
ReplyDeleteYou're doing an amazing job, despite the outcomes, you need to know that. You have learnt so much and you're evolving through the process, which is great and I really want for you to see it. To see the valuable, strong, loving, dedicated and brave mom you are.
ReplyDeleteI don't get why for dads it's more difficult to understand. With my dad was exactly the same, and he was very violent when trying to make me eat. That wasn't ideal.
I'm sorry for what you're going through, I wish I could take this pain away from you, I feel it so vividly.
Despite the constant (24/7) battle, try to expand the things you do or talk with your family. EDs soak up all the energy of families and somehow (as a sufferer) you adopt it as your identity, which you could try to cultivate in your daughter at this age.