I want to learn more about these conditions, how it feels to go through it and how people have conquered it. Does anyone know of any good books to read or does anyone want to share their personal experiences.
I've told this many times on here but here goes again:
In 1985 I decided to go on the Cambridge Diet which was 3 drinks a day but the following day I decided not to have the drinks and just live on water.
In the first week I lost 1 stone so carried on.
It took 2 weeks to lose another stone and then 6 weeks to lose yet another stone.
Hunger pains were my greatest feeling because i knew the body was eating my fat away.
After a while I realised I could eat but then throw it up and I would sometimes throw up until I saw blood.
It got so bad that I would go into different shops and buy lots of Mars Bars, crisps and other such goodies, eat them all in one go and then hit the toilet.
Around April 1988 I collapsed at work and the Sister in our surgery bombarded me with questions and I broke down and admitted what I was doing and within a week I was sectioned into a Mental Hospital called Cheddleton.
I couldn't understand why I was in the ward I was in because I was the youngest at around 30 and everybody else was mostly male aged around 50 to 70.
After a few days I realised that everybody in that ward was anorexic/bulimic and the popular myth of it being only teenage girls was 100% BS.
The head Nurse became my best friend, still is today and played in bands with me.
He figured out that my condition wasn't just in my head and got the psychiatrist to send me for tests where I had a major blockage in my bowels because of my bad habits and I had an operation.
I got out after 1 month and from May to September 1988 I lived in mental hell but refused to take pills.
I had no idea of the stress I had put on my family and in September i decided to kill myself.
I typed 4 suicide letters on my Atari ST and then sat down to my last meal before I went to the train track.
For some unknown reason I turned the TV on and on came Kilroy Silk where he was talking to very young children about them dying from cancer and what they would like to do before they die.
I don't believe in the paranormal but something made me have that day off to commit suicide, made me turn the TV on and hid the remote control so I couldn't switch over.
That moment changed my life and I haven't had one day off work since then.
It took my wife ages to gain my trust because I'd put her through hell and even to this day I could easily just stop eating if I wanted but I don't.
For a couple of years between late 88 to 90 I did help to 'Counsel' other sufferers but I got bored.
Any questions just ask.