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I've got my weekly session with the therapist at the eating disorders unit tomorrow, so I'm just doing my "homework"
It's basically reviewing the things we talked about in my session last week, as we started working on a plan - "Threat/Safety Strategy Forulation for Shame and Self-criticism"
Anyhow we made a start on it by going over some things from my childhood and how they made me feel, and how I adapted my behaviour to cope with them....I've been over some of these things so many times, that I don't find them that painful to talk about, but today, whilst reviewing what we've done so far, and incident came into my head...
...it's not a childhood incident, and not a major thing in itself...it was, about 5 or 6 years ago, my parents were packing up ready to move house, and they called me to say that they still had my wedding dress packed in their loft, and did I want to go around and collect it.
So I went, and during the conversation about the dress, my mum said "you didn't make much effort to lose weight for your wedding did you? You looked a right mess in that dress, I felt ashamed, but I couldn't say anything to you at the time".
I held it together whilst I was there, but as soon as I got into my car, I was absolutely heartbroken. I'd been married about 3 or 4 years at that point, and she absolutely tore me apart by saying that.
I had, had a personal trainer and got down to about 170lbs, but then I moved house and stopped exercising, and went up to 260lbs, and then we decided we were going to get married and I managed to get down to about 210lbs for my wedding day.
I thought I looked nice, it was my wedding day, I was supposed to look a million dollars, I did feel like I looked a million dollars...
...I thought my parents were proud of me on my wedding day....
...but I was wrong - my mum was ashamed, and I looked a mess!
Recalling that today...I'm heartbroken all over again, the tears are rolling down my cheeks...why, did dhe have to do that to me?
I used to look at my wedding photos and feel proud, thinking they were beautiful, and now I look at them and pick fault at them, looking for why she thinks I looked a mess....was I really a mess?
Even if my mum thought I looked a mess, why couldn't she keep it to herself, why did she need to be nasty to me like that?
I feel angry, that even as an adult, she still gets to me, and still hurts me.
oh well...I guess getting it out on here, can't do me any harm can it?
Sharon xx
It's basically reviewing the things we talked about in my session last week, as we started working on a plan - "Threat/Safety Strategy Forulation for Shame and Self-criticism"
Anyhow we made a start on it by going over some things from my childhood and how they made me feel, and how I adapted my behaviour to cope with them....I've been over some of these things so many times, that I don't find them that painful to talk about, but today, whilst reviewing what we've done so far, and incident came into my head...
...it's not a childhood incident, and not a major thing in itself...it was, about 5 or 6 years ago, my parents were packing up ready to move house, and they called me to say that they still had my wedding dress packed in their loft, and did I want to go around and collect it.
So I went, and during the conversation about the dress, my mum said "you didn't make much effort to lose weight for your wedding did you? You looked a right mess in that dress, I felt ashamed, but I couldn't say anything to you at the time".
I held it together whilst I was there, but as soon as I got into my car, I was absolutely heartbroken. I'd been married about 3 or 4 years at that point, and she absolutely tore me apart by saying that.
I had, had a personal trainer and got down to about 170lbs, but then I moved house and stopped exercising, and went up to 260lbs, and then we decided we were going to get married and I managed to get down to about 210lbs for my wedding day.
I thought I looked nice, it was my wedding day, I was supposed to look a million dollars, I did feel like I looked a million dollars...
...I thought my parents were proud of me on my wedding day....
...but I was wrong - my mum was ashamed, and I looked a mess!
Recalling that today...I'm heartbroken all over again, the tears are rolling down my cheeks...why, did dhe have to do that to me?
I used to look at my wedding photos and feel proud, thinking they were beautiful, and now I look at them and pick fault at them, looking for why she thinks I looked a mess....was I really a mess?
Even if my mum thought I looked a mess, why couldn't she keep it to herself, why did she need to be nasty to me like that?
I feel angry, that even as an adult, she still gets to me, and still hurts me.
oh well...I guess getting it out on here, can't do me any harm can it?
Sharon xx
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