For as far back as she could remember, Tracy had been on a diet. Her mother was extremely body conscious and often spent hours looking at fashion magazines and shopping for the latest clothing they could afford on their budget. Often, her mother would turn to Tracy and say, “when you grow up, you should look like this,” or “there is nothing better than being thin enough to look fabulous.” Even in jest, her mother would poke at Tracy’s little girl tummy and tease her about having baby fat. When she was at school, Tracy only ate what she felt she had to at lunch. (This article is electronically protected – Copyright © Associated Counsellors & Psychologists Sydney PTY LTD)
As Tracy moved into early adolescence, she continued her dieting habits. She would exercise for hours on end in order to make up for a tiny spoonful of peanut butter that she allowed herself to eat at lunch. Although her parents required her to sit down to a family dinner, she became skilled at moving her food around, so that it looked like she was eating, when really all she was doing was rearranging the food on the plate. As soon as she could make a graceful exit, she would hide in the bathroom and make herself vomit anything she had been forced to eat.
One day, when Tracy was almost 17, she fainted while out with her friends. She was surprised when she woke up in the hospital and realised that not only did she have an IV attached to her arm, but that there was a tube down her throat. She was horrified when she heard her parents arguing about a feeding tube forcing her to get enough nutrition to stabilise her weight. She felt oddly detached from her body, but she still felt sufficiently aware to know that she did not want to be force-fed anything that might make her gain any weight.
When she was released from the hospital – 5 kgs heavier – she was not allowed to go home, but instead was sent to a residential treatment centre for anorexia and other eating disorders. Although the psychologists, counsellors and therapists were kind and understanding, she resented being forced to attend a treatment program for something she very clearly did not have a problem with in the first place. (This article is electronically protected – Copyright © Associated Counsellors & Psychologists Sydney PTY LTD)
Daily counselling sessions were required and Tracy was visited by a psychiatrist who prescribed a course of antidepressants for her stay at the treatment centre. Tracy expressed concern over the number of calories that would be included in the pills, but she was assured by the doctor that there were no calories in the medications. The doctor even took the time to show her the pamphlet for the medication, which clearly stated that there were no calories in the pills.
Once her weight stabilsed, Tracy was allowed to go home. Her parents insisted that she continue to see a counsellor on a weekly basis. Sometimes Tracy listened and responded to her counsellor’s queries, and occasionally she just tuned out. It did seem odd to Tracy, though, the extent to which her counsellor seemed to ‘get’ her mother’s obsession with looks and the sense that Tracy had held, for a long time she now realised, that she had little control over her life. Her counsellor asked to bring in some photos of herself as a child and now, and she was shocked to recognise, for the first time, just how thin she really was.
As Tracy grew physically stronger and began to understand more about her family and how she needed more and more control over her own life, she began to slowly eat a little more each day. It was hard, but she was beginning to understand that she needed food to live, and she definitely wanted to live. Her relationship with her mother worsened during this period. She felt angry and upset at her mother’s constant concern with fashion and appearance and she started to blame her for what she was slowly beginning to realise was a distorted body image of her own. (This article is electronically protected – Copyright © Associated Counsellors & Psychologists Sydney PTY LTD)
Slowly, but surely, Tracy gained a little weight and began to understand her illness better. She knew that she still had a long way to go, and that she would likely have problems with her weight and body image issues for a long time to come, but she had also begun to develop some control over her eating patterns, and over her life.