Not keeping up well with the forum right now, but I always come back to this thread, even though I want to comment on lots of things and just can't right now.
I do lots of body checking behaviours as well, and I don't even know why, because for me I don't feel physically soothed, just in need of some sort of brief faint reassurance that I'm not putting on weight and might in fact be losing.
And I think I am losing. I've been running myself ragged at the gym, even when I'm almost passing out and feeling constantly, intensely weak and fatigued at the moment.
I have a pacemaker due to a heart condition, and it is located just under the skin below my collarbone. I always know when I'm losing weight when it begins to feel sore and tight as the skin stretches tighter over it. I like that feeling...
My psychiatrist asked me yesterday if I'm eating, which usually means he's noticed I'm losing weight. I said "not much" and didn't even feel my usual inability to respond. It came in the midst of our discussion about suicidal stuff, so there didn't seem much point in lying about not eating - not in that moment anyway. I even said that sometimes I thought I just wanted to will myself to death. He didn't respond, and somehow that just made me feel worse and more lost.
Exhausted and empty. I truly truly admire those of you who are actively addressing this, even though I know it still feels like there are a million miles of the journey to go. While I do mention it occasionally to my T, I've never taken it much further than that, and somehow there is always something more critical to deal with in therapy.
Maddog
I do lots of body checking behaviours as well, and I don't even know why, because for me I don't feel physically soothed, just in need of some sort of brief faint reassurance that I'm not putting on weight and might in fact be losing.
And I think I am losing. I've been running myself ragged at the gym, even when I'm almost passing out and feeling constantly, intensely weak and fatigued at the moment.
I have a pacemaker due to a heart condition, and it is located just under the skin below my collarbone. I always know when I'm losing weight when it begins to feel sore and tight as the skin stretches tighter over it. I like that feeling...
My psychiatrist asked me yesterday if I'm eating, which usually means he's noticed I'm losing weight. I said "not much" and didn't even feel my usual inability to respond. It came in the midst of our discussion about suicidal stuff, so there didn't seem much point in lying about not eating - not in that moment anyway. I even said that sometimes I thought I just wanted to will myself to death. He didn't respond, and somehow that just made me feel worse and more lost.
Exhausted and empty. I truly truly admire those of you who are actively addressing this, even though I know it still feels like there are a million miles of the journey to go. While I do mention it occasionally to my T, I've never taken it much further than that, and somehow there is always something more critical to deal with in therapy.
Maddog