I had therapy today. My therapist harped on the ED partial hospitalization program again. This time, though, she said it was entirely my choice whether I went to the program or not, and that I should at least check it out, and go to the interview, and try to keep an open mind. She said I should ask a lot of questions at the interview, and that no one would force me to stay there if I didn’t like it.
What I don’t like is what my therapist considers the purpose of my going to this program. She wants these people to fatten me up. Plain and simple.
Sorry, honey, it doesn’t work that way. I am not going to go to a “reverse fat farm.” Because it’s not about the numbers. Recovery from an ED has nothing to do with one’s weight. They can fatten me up all they want (not that I’d let them) but I will just lose the weight afterward. Gaining weight does not mean that a person is recovered. Shame on my therapist. She should know better.
I may or may not agree to go to this interview. I suppose my psychiatrist will give me the numbers to call and information, but that doesn’t mean I’ll follow through.