Who remembers Marie, our friend in Switzerland who is twenty-one and miserable? Well, she promised to update us on her hospital stay for her eating disorder, and she’s proven good to her word. I’d like to note what an effort it takes to self-disclose like this, especially when you feel your life is falling apart at the seams. Extra kudos to Marie for having the will and the wherewithal to share her struggles.
This hospitalisation has proved itself more difficult than I thought. Indeed, it’s a real weaning we’ve got to go through when suffering from an eating disorder. [Alarmingly enough, my psychiatrist told me that a quarter of the young diabetics suffer from an eating disorder!]
I was hospitalized mid-April in emergency after a session with my psychiatrist who found me in a really bad state. I only stayed six days at the hospital. It was too hard. Another hospitalization has then been planned carefully and I am now at the 21st day there. The treatment consists of glycemias before and after the three regular meals, an intensive insulin therapy, two sessions a week with my psychiatrist and a weekly meeting with nurses, doctors, endocrinologist, dietitian and psychiatrists. I’ve also been given a contract which stipulates the aims and setting of this hospitalisation. The main aim being to reduce the binging-and-purging and giving me a “healthy experience” upon which I could lean once I get back home.
My general impression is that it’s much pain for little improvement.
[Although the psychiatrists say this hospitalisation is a success.] I am still
afraid of the complications that might happen because I’m not sure I will be
able to take care of my diabetes.
So, does an hospitalisation help? I’m not sure… Now I hate hospitals and doctors again, that’s for sure.
I hope this little update will be useful.