Also my outlook changed a lot when I saw the stats on how many people with supermorbid obesity were chronically molested as children, as in over an extended period of time. It usually stems from wanting to become undesirable to the abuser, then snowballs into a literal addiction (opiate blockers have even proven successful with some patients). To be clear, I’m also not talking about people with a little extra fluff, I’m talking TLC “My 600lb Life” obesity to the extent they can’t even walk.
There have been many times that I justified gaining weight via alcoholism because I thought maybe if I was disgusting no one would assault me again. Turns that that’s not only not true, I’ve become disgusted with and hate my own body. So now I have a crippling alcohol addiction in addition to hating myself, and being afraid of interacting with certain people.
I’ve done a lot of therapy. And I will continue to do a lot of therapy. I almost graduated from therapy this spring, and had curbed my alcohol intake. But, then I had to get a restraining order and my brain fell right back into it’s old habits. It shouldn’t be this hard to feel safe as a middle aged adult lol
Hey friend. I’m on your team here. I can’t help you but I’m rooting for you so hard.
It’s hard. Fuckin hardest thing you’ll ever do. You don’t have to succeed in one try, or all at once. Every day is another chance to succeed just a little bit more, even if you stumbled yesterday.
Also my outlook changed a lot when I saw the stats on how many people with supermorbid obesity were chronically molested as children, as in over an extended period of time. It usually stems from wanting to become undesirable to the abuser, then snowballs into a literal addiction (opiate blockers have even proven successful with some patients). To be clear, I’m also not talking about people with a little extra fluff, I’m talking TLC “My 600lb Life” obesity to the extent they can’t even walk.
There have been many times that I justified gaining weight via alcoholism because I thought maybe if I was disgusting no one would assault me again. Turns that that’s not only not true, I’ve become disgusted with and hate my own body. So now I have a crippling alcohol addiction in addition to hating myself, and being afraid of interacting with certain people.
I’ve done a lot of therapy. And I will continue to do a lot of therapy. I almost graduated from therapy this spring, and had curbed my alcohol intake. But, then I had to get a restraining order and my brain fell right back into it’s old habits. It shouldn’t be this hard to feel safe as a middle aged adult lol
Hey friend. I’m on your team here. I can’t help you but I’m rooting for you so hard.
It’s hard. Fuckin hardest thing you’ll ever do. You don’t have to succeed in one try, or all at once. Every day is another chance to succeed just a little bit more, even if you stumbled yesterday.
Shit’s hard, it sounds like you have come a long way. I’m rooting for you ❤️
Thank you 💜