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May. 28th, 2006 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shamanicshayminIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's official. Mom and I agree. We've had out suspicions, and we've talked to Dad about it. And I'll probably talk to him more.
My little brother has anorexia. Mom's seen more, but I spotted a little, and I think Dad too: He skips breakfast, lies about eating, constantly weighing himself, checking his pants to see how skinny he's getting, once stayed in the bathroom for a humongously long time, and my Mom found vomit somewhere, so we think he's throwing up. Did I mention he's extremely competitive? And he got a silver medal at some running or swimming race at Athletic Club or something wherever he, Mom and Dad go, but was upset anyway because he lost gold to a kid whose ribs were sticking out? Now my mom mentions my brother's clavicle showing... oh goodie.
I'm starting to feel grateful I kinda paid more attention than usual whenever my Health class mentioned anorexia/bulimia/eating disorders. Maybe it was because that article I read about a woman who lived years with anorexia and having a colostomy bag after having most of her intestines surgically removed scared the living heck outta me. There'd be this nasty gurgling sound as when she DID eat, the food would quickly pass from her stomach to the bag. She was scared someone would see the bag, so she sprayed the rooms with fresheners or something frightened it smelled. Later, when she was trying to fix her colostomy bag in the bathroom or something, she got stuck there for hours and hours and had to be rushed to the hospital. And you know what happened a few days later: she died.
I dunno about you--but no matter HOW much I wanted to pound my brother for being an annoying git a lot, I don't want to see him with a colostomy bag. I think that would just break my heart.
Huh. Look at that. Dad's talking to him about his weight again already.
My little brother has anorexia. Mom's seen more, but I spotted a little, and I think Dad too: He skips breakfast, lies about eating, constantly weighing himself, checking his pants to see how skinny he's getting, once stayed in the bathroom for a humongously long time, and my Mom found vomit somewhere, so we think he's throwing up. Did I mention he's extremely competitive? And he got a silver medal at some running or swimming race at Athletic Club or something wherever he, Mom and Dad go, but was upset anyway because he lost gold to a kid whose ribs were sticking out? Now my mom mentions my brother's clavicle showing... oh goodie.
I'm starting to feel grateful I kinda paid more attention than usual whenever my Health class mentioned anorexia/bulimia/eating disorders. Maybe it was because that article I read about a woman who lived years with anorexia and having a colostomy bag after having most of her intestines surgically removed scared the living heck outta me. There'd be this nasty gurgling sound as when she DID eat, the food would quickly pass from her stomach to the bag. She was scared someone would see the bag, so she sprayed the rooms with fresheners or something frightened it smelled. Later, when she was trying to fix her colostomy bag in the bathroom or something, she got stuck there for hours and hours and had to be rushed to the hospital. And you know what happened a few days later: she died.
I dunno about you--but no matter HOW much I wanted to pound my brother for being an annoying git a lot, I don't want to see him with a colostomy bag. I think that would just break my heart.
Huh. Look at that. Dad's talking to him about his weight again already.
