diagnosis.

sup yall. My week has not been good, and again I have a lot to say so… buckle up! We’re in for a ride and a half.

Starting off with something new, I was diagnosed with an eating disorder. ARFID to be exact. Which is chronic and affects food intake, which is awesome. And I came back to my parents to tell them about my new diagnosis. Now.. my parents don’t live together, so I showed up to my mom’s house first. It’s closer the where I live anyways. And I sit her down and I start talking about it. And how my therapist helped me trace exactly how my eating disorder formed as well.

My therapist helped trace it back to when I was around 11, in which my parents and my aunt all went on a diet. Now, my aunt is very in-your-face and is not a very great individual when it comes to advice. So she told young me that I needed to start losing weight and that I’m starting to get very unhealthy. Which, by the way, is a blatant fucking lie because I’ve always been skinny, I was just at a fully nutrition level then. So I started limiting my food intake and stopped eating all my favorite food AT ELEVEN. So now, as an adult, I’m 5” 11, sitting at a solid 118 pounds, looking like a gust of wind could carry me across the Atlantic.

Anyways, back to the story. I told my mother all of this and instead of consoling me, she decided to flip it on me and argue that her sister caused none of this and that it’s all my fault. She started spewing about how it’s “probably just your neurodivergence”. Like… huh?! So you’re just going to ignore everything my therapist said? Great. She also started going off about that Im still at a healthy weight. Like.. yeah? I never said I wasn’t? But we can all agree that 118 pounds is not good for an almost 6” foot tall man, right? And she had to make this whole spectacle about this.

This isn’t even all I wanted to say. So uh.. just to shorten the reads, I’ll post separate posts.