Have you or someone you know had anorexia?

thank God not, but I can't even imagine how hard it is for those people who have brought themselves to such a state, I sincerely hope that our medicine will continue to improve and help people get out of this state

Yes, a little. That is, I fell ill and in a year, thank God, it disappeared.

Other than that, it is not clear how to answer this question. I know that many have an unhealthy interest in this disease. Some even want to get sick with it. I will list important reasons why this is far from desirable.

1. At first, it's not "glamorous" as some people think. More hair will grow everywhere on the body. The hair on the head will fall out. The mouth will smell bad. Fuu ...

2. The mind will not function well. A person will not achieve anything in life if he suffers from anorexia for a long time.

3. Relationships will be extremely tense. Anorexia can even ruin all intimate relationships. The disease manifests itself in such a way that the only thing that is important to the patient is food and his attitude towards it. All other people just get in the way of it. This is very sad, it is better not to hurt your loved ones so much!

So, I think this is the most useful answer to this question that can be obtained from a person with anorexia. But if you yourself are already sick with her, then please tell someone and ask for help. Or you can still ask (me or others) a question on Yandex, so that it becomes clear and you receive more specific advice on how to recover. Good luck to you!

Yes.

And, oddly enough, it was a positive experience.

1. Anorexia taught me discipline, which before it I had total lack.

2. Anorexia gave me an idea of ​​calorie content and BJU food, taught me to correctly plan my own diet

3. Anorexia helped me turn inward, focus on myself, taught me to take care of myself.

4. Anorexia showed me that I can do anything. I can clench my teeth and run. I can resist the temptation of food. I can change my body cool. I can surpass myself

5. Anorexia has given me a vast knowledge of biology and the food industry

6. Anorexia helped me to love myself. ZY Weight dropped from 55 to 39, now about 45-46. My periods have returned, I eat normally, I'm not afraid of food, I go in for sports in a high, there are practically no breakdowns. I can't call myself anorexic, but these six months were a colossal school of life

A classmate had, but it was the last six months, so I don't know how her fate developed further. At first we talked, then somehow we parted. And besides, she soon left for another country. When I met her, she was the perfect beauty in the style of Dita von Teese (she was fond of Gothic and wore a certain style of clothing and makeup). Approximately 58-62 kg (in appearance) with an increase of, say 173. I envied her kindly ideal figure. I myself was 171 -68 then (much as thicker), and now more than that was. I then returned from the academy, so I studied with her for only 2 years. The first year everything was like that, and then she suddenly began to rapidly lose weight! What for?? It became kind of dull, the skin was grayish-yellow, the legs were like matches, the arms were the same, the collarbones were sticking out and the neck became incredibly thin. Even the face is smaller! She began to wear baggy clothes (it would be indecent to be tight-fitting), and it seems that she has reached 40 kg, or even less! But that was the last semester. After that, our paths parted.

I, too, once lost weight, but I always had common sense! I understood that if I am hypersthenic (stocky), then with my about 170 I can weigh 62-63 kg - hardly less. Checked. Even when more than 70 I do not "swim", I retain "firmness", waist, etc. If I was an asthenic, then it would be about 55 with my height (with different ankles, the size of the head, chest, etc.) I was very pleased in my teens, when I managed to bring the parameters to 90-63-93, and years at 13, my height was already 164 then. I've always been big, you just need to be able to love yourself for who we are! Let now I do not achieve less than 96-68-99 and 68 kg, well, okay! It is not important. Now I'm 8 months old - so I'm even bigger). Then I will take on myself, but I know that in principle less than 60 kg is not given to me, and I don’t want to somehow.

I don’t understand the desire to weigh 42, for example (if the height is not 150, of course, and then not enough - the undersized have other numbers, almost -100 is possible).

Yes, it was with me and my friends too.

Anorexia is a completely unpleasant thing, and it seems to me that it arises from low self-esteem.

Get rid of it it was incredibly difficult, it took about 2.5 years, despite the fact that there is still a lot of echo.

If you want to get rid of this disease, you will need to work on changing the perception of yourself and others.

Books, self-improvement, supportive people can help.

But in very serious cases, the help of a specialist is needed, psychology alone is not enough.

I have anorexia, and I do not understand people who write "experienced / I had anorexia." This disease is not treated, but enters a state of remission, with the possibility of very frequent relapses. I have been ill for 7 years, 3 relapses in the last year. There is no "cure" for anorexia nervosa. This mistake is with you forever.

My ex was twice in a psychiatric hospital with the RPP, now she wants to again.
She's completely moved and doesn't listen to anyone, it's good that we parted.
She looks great, but makes herself a freak.

I suffered from anorexia. Precisely, I suffered because it is difficult to find another word. It all began with harmless weight loss for the company, and ended with a panic fear of food. The treatment dragged on for two years, the psychologist helped a lot.

While still an anorkie, I thought I would lose weight and I will succeed and I will reach all the heights I dreamed of. In fact, I was slowly walking towards death, I didn't even have the strength to leave the house, people on the street turned to me, my parents stopped taking me to family events. Some kind of split personality began one half of me was still afraid of food, proud of every piece that was NOT eaten; the other wanted to live a normal life, not secretly dreaming about sweets, and not being afraid to enjoy them, it is easy to find clothes by size, to be the pride of the family, in the end. For me to be cured, I had to find a goal and go to it. I did not achieve my goal (still ahead), but it was she who helped me survive. After all, my weight throughout the year kept at the heavenly 35 kg with a height of 170 cm.

They write, love yourself the way you are, probably it's true. I haven't come to this yet.

A friend had anorexia. Until the eighth grade, she was quite fat, and then she fell in love with a thin girl, also my friend. She stopped communication, as much as possible if you study in the same class. As if not to lie, but it seems that in a few months the first visually lost half of its weight. At that time, her father worked in another city, and her mother came home late. The girl ate coffee and sometimes apples, she really looked like a skeleton with extinct eyes, she did not study very well, but for the period of her illness she slipped completely. Another friend and I wanted to help somehow, but, being rather closed, the anorexic almost did not communicate with us. After the ninth grade, she left, it seems that she was released, as she looks more alive, gaining some weight when she stopped seeing the one she fell in love with.

I had. It all started with the fact that I began to dislike myself in the photos and videos, it was unpleasant to look at myself. This is the first thing. Secondly: I fell in love with a very thin guy, and although my weight of 64 kg with a height of 168 did not interfere with our mutual sympathy, I was embarrassed to feel myself walking next to him. By the way, it wasn't because of my physical disabilities that we stopped communicating. Third, my mom's BMI was lower than mine, although everyone knows that metabolism slows down with age. And I felt ashamed. I stopped using sugar, flour, fatty and fried foods. I sat on cereals (except for rice), yoghurts, cottage cheese, fruits, vegetables - in general, I ate everything with a low glycemic index, and trained a lot. In 5 months I have lost 13 kilograms. I had to update my wardrobe and take on my favorite things. Everyone, except for those close to me, thought that I was ill, and were sincerely worried, and I happily shared my achievement. No matter how thin I was, it seemed to me all the time that it was not enough. I was scolded by my relatives and brought to tears, forcing me to eat ordinary homemade food and various goodies. My thoughts were almost exclusively on exercise, calorie counting, and hunger. It was stress for the body, and all this was aggravated by high mental activity, as I was preparing for the state and admission to the university, and purely teenage experiences. I always loved to eat and eat a lot and therefore spent a lot of time on cooking super dietary dishes with spices and flavor enhancers, and as I mentioned, I still didn't seem thin enough for myself, and therefore I trained every day at home or in the gym to exhaustion. And what I ended up having: health problems, depression, drowsiness, low mental reaction and began to poorly absorb information. Once I tried to get up in the morning for a test and fainted, and I had a debt for the fall. After that, I did not get better, except because I slept most of the day due to a breakdown. I felt sorry for myself, and I just stopped torturing myself with training and hunger, and gradually I gained a little, but I do not regret it, because my life changed after that. After the session, I made good money and recently decided to transfer to another specialty. I feel much better now, although I still do not eat sweet and starchy foods and look with admiration at very thin people.

Yes. And unfortunately, it was me.
I have never been particularly thin, I have always been a baby-donkey. No, not fat, but just with cheeks. One fine moment, looking at a friend who became to lose weight intensively and focus more and more on this, the idea that your thighs are wow (although, of course, this was slightly exaggerated), your cheeks are like that, more often, than sacks of potatoes. Of course, without thinking twice, I decided to join my friend. (running ahead, she managed to stop in time, but I’m not quite). It all started quite harmlessly: you run in the evenings, you stop eating sweets (and I oh , as she loved), hang out in groups a la "40kg", "that", "I will be slim" and so on. Gradually comes to great restrictions, up to nutrition up to 4, 1 fruit per day (there are so many carbohydrates there !!!!), 600 calories, only dry cottage cheese and God forbid you deviate from the rules. Slowly, slowly it began to tighten. Relatives began to notice that a child who loved to eat tasty things no longer even looked at him, a child who ate a lot began to limit himself to about 50 gram portions. And this was torture, because if you had an unplanned meeting (and if it is whose something else), you do not control this, numbers with calories are chaotically running around in your head, the brain reminds of the ban on food (after all, everything is fat, everything is harmful, you will immediately get fat !!!!) and a collapse happens. At first there was joy, euphoria. You do not listen to anyone, you just move towards the goal. You are glad that you are going against everyone and achieve the goal. Comments like "you are so thin" only spur. But then the weight falls and falls. I was not threatened: and a psychiatric clinic, and shamans, I went to psychologists, and people with everyone they met, and even tearfully begged. And the worst thing is to see the tears of your relatives, who sincerely do not understand what to do next. But you can no longer stop, you are afraid of every piece of food. Food is the enemy and makes you worse. You think about nothing but her. Hair climbs, nails peel, skin turns yellow, health collapses. My end point was a trip when I just could not walk from fatigue. That's it, there is no energy, you are like a plant that nothing is interesting and you are lethargic, like a vegetable. I promised myself every day to get out of this. But it was just naivety. My friends began to help me. We gathered every day in the summer and they all fed me and fed me (it came to hysterics and tears), little by little I began to "re-habituate" myself to "human" food. For me it was an incredible feat to eat fruit in the evening. Gradually gaining weight. Having reached the norm, I can say that yes, there are no former anorexics. Psychologically it is difficult to accept myself as not the same I'm used to seeing myself. t thought, but I try to quickly drive it away. The most important thing that I want to say is love yourself, no matter what, you are beautiful and individual. Do not look at anyone, accept yourself and improve. Good luck!