Muruluisku
Bronze Member
Since telling the therapy assessor on Tuesday about the main parts of my abuse I've really struggled with my eating :(
I've been trying to play my accordion a bit more to keep distracted. It makes me feel safer when I play my music. I think music is my saviour in many ways, but I'm not sure if it helps with this....
I got an opportunity to escape and move away from my sexually abusive dad when I was 16, thanks to my music. There was a music college an hour and a half drive away from mum&dad's. It was a sixth form/high school, where students would study normal school subjects as well as music and complete A-levels/exams in preparation for further education like university. I applied and got in, and because it was far enough, I got to move out and live in student accommodation. My flat mates were lovely and I settled in well.
Once I was out of mum&dad's my weight plummeted. There was no-one telling me what to eat and how much, and I embraced that feeling of control by choosing not to eat. Nobody would tell me what to put in my mouth (his d*ck or other stuff) anymore! I felt good, full of energy and less disgusted with myself. My friends sometimes commented about me being skinny/not eating, but in general I felt good and accepted.
I had to go home every weekend, but I stayed out of the house as much as I could hanging out with my friends / going clubbing in the evenings. I wore several layers of baggy clothes cause they were comfy and I was always cold. My cousin was a bouncer in a night club next town along, so I often hopped in the train and went to his club. He would let me in to dance, but told all the bar staff not to sell me alcohol as I was under age. I didn't want alcohol anyway - water was my thing at the time.
When it was close to summer holidays after the first year in the music college I went out to the club on a Saturday as usual and danced the night away. Only on some point I noticed my heart beating really distinctively. It wasn't that it was beating in an unusual pattern, more like it was about to bounce off my chest, it was so loud, so strong. I wondered if someone had put drugs in my water, and then I think I passed out.
I woke up in a first aid room of the club with my cousin there. He said I'd fainted on the dance floor and gave me chocolate, which I refused. He said he'd drive me home straight away and would call our family doctor to look at me.. He only lived next door to us.
Mum&dad were concerned and once the doctor had checked me over he asked me to step on our scales. He told me I was seriously underweight and that I would have to put on weight or my heart would give up on me. I refused to go on any specialist ED programmes and promised mum&dad I would start eating again if they didn't put me into any therapy. They kept me home for the final weeks of the summer term and made up a rule of the minimum weight I had to be in order to return to the music college after summer holidays.
Funnily enough my dad never touched me that summer or ever since.. I don't know if he realised my difficulties with eating might have had something to do with him. Also he had cut down on drinking so that helped too. I forced myself to eat although it was hard, but by the end of the summer I just reached the weight we agreed would grant me the permission to return to my music college. I still had to come home every weekend and be weighed. Mum&dad said they'd keep me home if I lost any weight, so I had to make sure I ate enough during the week.
My music was my respite in all the daily struggles with food. Without it I don't think I'd still be here, and I'm grateful for it. I still find it hard to eat at times, but I don't want to risk all the good that I have now for being thinner... Because in all honesty I don't think I'd be completely happy with my body however thin I was.
Is it normal to struggle with eating / food because of history with sexual abuse?
<3: Muru
I've been trying to play my accordion a bit more to keep distracted. It makes me feel safer when I play my music. I think music is my saviour in many ways, but I'm not sure if it helps with this....
I got an opportunity to escape and move away from my sexually abusive dad when I was 16, thanks to my music. There was a music college an hour and a half drive away from mum&dad's. It was a sixth form/high school, where students would study normal school subjects as well as music and complete A-levels/exams in preparation for further education like university. I applied and got in, and because it was far enough, I got to move out and live in student accommodation. My flat mates were lovely and I settled in well.
Once I was out of mum&dad's my weight plummeted. There was no-one telling me what to eat and how much, and I embraced that feeling of control by choosing not to eat. Nobody would tell me what to put in my mouth (his d*ck or other stuff) anymore! I felt good, full of energy and less disgusted with myself. My friends sometimes commented about me being skinny/not eating, but in general I felt good and accepted.
I had to go home every weekend, but I stayed out of the house as much as I could hanging out with my friends / going clubbing in the evenings. I wore several layers of baggy clothes cause they were comfy and I was always cold. My cousin was a bouncer in a night club next town along, so I often hopped in the train and went to his club. He would let me in to dance, but told all the bar staff not to sell me alcohol as I was under age. I didn't want alcohol anyway - water was my thing at the time.
When it was close to summer holidays after the first year in the music college I went out to the club on a Saturday as usual and danced the night away. Only on some point I noticed my heart beating really distinctively. It wasn't that it was beating in an unusual pattern, more like it was about to bounce off my chest, it was so loud, so strong. I wondered if someone had put drugs in my water, and then I think I passed out.
I woke up in a first aid room of the club with my cousin there. He said I'd fainted on the dance floor and gave me chocolate, which I refused. He said he'd drive me home straight away and would call our family doctor to look at me.. He only lived next door to us.
Mum&dad were concerned and once the doctor had checked me over he asked me to step on our scales. He told me I was seriously underweight and that I would have to put on weight or my heart would give up on me. I refused to go on any specialist ED programmes and promised mum&dad I would start eating again if they didn't put me into any therapy. They kept me home for the final weeks of the summer term and made up a rule of the minimum weight I had to be in order to return to the music college after summer holidays.
Funnily enough my dad never touched me that summer or ever since.. I don't know if he realised my difficulties with eating might have had something to do with him. Also he had cut down on drinking so that helped too. I forced myself to eat although it was hard, but by the end of the summer I just reached the weight we agreed would grant me the permission to return to my music college. I still had to come home every weekend and be weighed. Mum&dad said they'd keep me home if I lost any weight, so I had to make sure I ate enough during the week.
My music was my respite in all the daily struggles with food. Without it I don't think I'd still be here, and I'm grateful for it. I still find it hard to eat at times, but I don't want to risk all the good that I have now for being thinner... Because in all honesty I don't think I'd be completely happy with my body however thin I was.
Is it normal to struggle with eating / food because of history with sexual abuse?
<3: Muru