Tag: Grackle

  • Healing From Toxic Therapy

    Image- online search (not my photo)

    I found a great post about getting through the aftermath of unsuccessful and/or toxic therapy, and will be using it as a sort of template for this post. Obviously, this is about a therapy relationship, not a social or intimate one. My comments refer that.

    https://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/10-steps-to-recovering-from-toxic-trauma-bond-0110175

    – Make a commitment to live in reality:
    This part wasn’t so hard for me. I’d been feeling odd ‘off’ stuff in my gut for a couple of years before I finally had enough, and blocked my ex-therapist on all communication vehicles except email. I haven’t spoken to her for about a year. The lack of contact has been liberating, though the emails that I only used for a few months (after 7-8 months of NO contact) were mostly benign- but I’m still very guarded. I haven’t heard anything for several weeks- and that’s OK.

    – Live in real time
    This hasn’t been difficult. I don’t have ‘hope’ or ‘what ifs’ with this situation. It’s over. Period. That doesn’t mean that there isn’t grief. Over 3 1/2 years as an ‘official’ patient (scattered and sporadic as contact had become) is a chunk of time, with some OK parts at the beginning. Grief isn’t about hope. That ship sailed long before I cut ties.

    – Live one decision at a time, one day at a time.
    I’m isolated, disabled, and very much a loner, so not a lot of decisions to be made. I have a lot more thoughts about my late dog, late parents, and family who is still alive and part of my life. All-or-nothing thinking hasn’t entered into this for me, because my head is invested in finding something else to help me through the eating disorder (though, admittedly, I sometimes have days when my attitude is more like “forget it”).

    – Make decisions that only support your well-being and sense of self.
    I have trouble with this one. Beyond the chronic medical mayhem, I don’t think much of myself to invest much into me, and I know that has to change. I’ve never been good at affirmations (they literally cause a physical ‘recoil’ reaction), or hearing positive things about myself. I’m not sure how to change that, but it’s on the radar now. I am in self-preservation and self-protection mode, so for now, that has to be enough.

    – Start feeling your emotions
    No. Problem. With. This. One. Mostly the memories of my sweet dog that I had to let go in peace in May 2025 are what get the waterworks going, and I’ve been getting tissues in the 10-box pack from Costco. Living alone, I don’t have to hide when I feel like goose poop, so that helps. I’ve also been missing my late parents more. In some ways I think that’s good since I kind of coasted through mom’s death by trying to help my dad, and got through dad’s death by being numb. I miss both of them. They were human, fallible, and did the best they could with what they had to work with, and while there was trauma from one of them, it was forgiven decades ago.

    – Learn to grieve.
    In this situation it refers to the toxic/painful/harmful therapy hopes. This one is tough. I do have mixed emotions about some things, but I think that’s OK. I have gone through some times of anger, tears, and kicking myself for not leaving when I knew it wasn’t a good situation. There’s more work to be done with this, but knowing that I’m safe and away from additional chaos sometimes is ‘enough’ to get through whatever is painful at the time.

    – Understand the ‘hook’ and identify what, exactly are you losing.
    In a therapy relationship, for me it was the hope of getting well, and not being a slave to the eating disorder ‘voice’ (more like loud thoughts). That’s what I signed up for and what never happened. I lost the image of the person I’d seen on TV who seemed to be such a beacon of hope, when in reality, the entire process was more like a lighthouse without a lit light. There was something there, but it was intangible and too dim to see by design, as well as charisma with a motive. On the surface that ‘beacon’ was idyllic as far as therapy goes. In reality, it was the realization of the delusional views I’d had about someone I never met in person.

    – Write a list of bottom-line behaviors for yourself.
    This one wrote itself. It was the constant requests for money for personal reasons after making it very clear that I could no longer afford therapy. When I stopped sending money, contact dissipated. My original weekly (? – sometimes she did call more often, but there was no rhyme or reason) phone calls came once a month. Early on, they were more frequent. Messages weren’t seen for up to a week. Emails weren’t read for months. Those are deal-breakers. Line in the sand drawn and crossed multiple times UNTIL I stopped complying.

    – Build YOUR life.
    I’m limited in what I can do physically, but I do have things I enjoy when I’m able to be more active. Even on ‘slug’ days, I like music, and planning things to do around my apartment, which is a disaster from a move that half killed me in June/July 2022, and activity restrictions that started when therapy did (in late June 2022). They were set up by both my ex-therapist and my dietician who hadn’t met, but told me the same things, which was helpful. So I may have modified dreams, but they’re still good and give me something to look forward to, even if it takes a considerable while to get done.

    – Build healthy connections.
    As I said above, I’m isolated and have been a loner for a long time, and I’m OK with that. My dog was probably my closest ever relationship since we were together 24/7 for 12 1/2 years. I’m not a people person any longer. When I was working, I loved my job, but that’s been over for 24 years. I do still have some contact with two friends who are former coworkers, and they’re the kind of friends that I may not talk to very often, but it’s like we just hung up the phone from the last call each time we talk. I also have a few friends here, and some family who don’t live nearby, but who are incredibly dear.

    More goes into healing a broken relationship that is so emotionally intimate, especially when it was supposed to help heal a disorder that can be lethal. There’s some ‘un-brainwashing’ to be done. There’s finding that former core person and ways to minimize the pain of memories of what was, and what will never be. I’ve been using YouTube videos by Tabitha Farrar and Elisa Oras, as well as ‘in the moment’ recovery videos by Elzani/Elzani Singleton, Megsy Recovery, and surfing other channels. I often have ‘Sorted Food” or “Grackle” on when I’m eating, as distraction and to watch people who ‘do food’ normally. For more lighthearted goofiness, ‘Jolly’ is fun. Use what works for you, to manage the void and tame the voice. I’m no expert, obviously, but I’m looking for anything that might help, when what I’d hoped for didn’t pan out.

    I’ve had several therapists over the 45+ years. Most were good, but not all. If the above comments on the points in the blog post don’t fit, consider this:
    https://psychcentral.com/blog/recovering-narcissist/2019/03/5-signs-of-narcissistic-therapists-the-ultimate-covert-wolves-in-sheeps-clothing#1-They-violate-boundaries

  • My Head Is Shifting
& It’s Not Good

    My Head Is Shifting & It’s Not Good

    Photo: Mine

    I’m not drowning, but I know there’s been a shift about getting back to an earlier weight that wasn’t my goal, but it’d ‘do’ for now. I gained a lot of muscle when I started pushing up calories back in 2023 (Autumn) after discussing it with my dietician and I went too fast. I wanted to get it over with, but I regained everything from that part of the relapse. This is the longest I’ve actively restricted (vs. my family’s ‘normal’ restriction) in my life. I relapsed 5 years ago this month after a medical procedure that left me somewhat exposed for the prep, and I was mortified (they did nothing wrong). Within 3 months, I lost 40 pounds and ended up in acute renal failure because of cutting out carbs too much, and gained it back while trying to get my kidneys in better shape, which I did. Then I lost 60 pounds, and regained that- so within 5 years, I’ve lost/gained/lost/gained 220 pounds… 100kg. That’s a LOT. I was with an ‘eating disorder expert’ for a lot of that last part. And, ended up in acute renal failure again.

    It’s so frustrating to know that even with ‘help’, I ended up in worse shape. Yes, I gained a lot of unwanted muscle, which weighs more than fat. I am eating about 2x the roughly 600cals/day that I was for most of the weight loss phases. I understand that food is fuel. But I don’t understand why I’m still so messed up after so long actively trying to do better, other than that was the ‘norm’ I grew up with and have existed with for most of my life. I’m trying to learn normal wherever I can.

    I remember watching an ‘Elzani’ YouTube video where her family had their usual Sunday roast chicken dinner. I was dumbstruck that they had 4-5 vegetables along with roast potatoes (a starch in diabetic world) at one meal ! I didn’t know people did that. I’m learning ‘normal’ by watching YouTube- go figure. I watch “Grackle” to watch someone without an eating disorder, and her family as they enjoy food for the sake of enjoyment. She’s naturally thin (whole family got stellar genes), and tries a lot of stuff. I also like trying things, but have noticed that my head is getting less tolerant, even if I only have 1-2 bites of a food deemed ‘bad’ or ‘unsafe’. IF I put something in the day’s food line-up that isn’t some kind of “eating disorder approved” fruit, veg, dairy, or starch AND it’s not the bare bones version of it, all of the numbers for the day still have to add up to a day without something ‘extra’… so it becomes not ‘extra‘.

    My ex-therapist gave me a food list (eventually; during the first 6 months, she told me what to eat and how much) and it was more like some 1970s diet plan but with no measurements to speak of (to avoid the whole numbers thing, but I have to know carbs for insulin and protein for kidney disease limitations). A ‘tablespoon’ is actually a cooking spoon to the ex-therapist- but even that is too vague. There was also a gross beginning of the whole refeeding part, with more ‘developmental’ foods like oatmeal, applesauce, hummus, yogurt, and 2 kefirs/day. When I moved on to more types of food that required teeth (insert rolling eyes emoji), she told me to cut grapes in half so I didn’t choke, like I was 2 years old. There is validity to going over developmental ‘stalls’ to get back to more of a chronological age that is in sync with emotional development, but cutting up the grapes? My throat is still 60+ years old. I have swallowing issues, but not with grapes. Speech therapy taught me how to navigate that. It’s still hard to have anything she didn’t ‘approve’ when I know that what I’m choosing is fine, and I don’t have any of the issues involved with some food/food groups she ‘banned’ a much as possible within my budget, which is most definitely an issue on disability…(nightshades, non-organic stuff, etc; I live in the US- our food supply is not ‘high brow’ or safe enough for her rules to allow me %100 ‘clean’ food with a fixed income). I like several things in the nightshade family (potatoes, eggplant, red/orange/yellow bell peppers) and not having them limited my options. I’ve gotten over that rule.

    I’m still working on remembering consistantly that everyone has a different type of body. Trying to shrink a miniature schnauzer into a teacup Yorkshire terrier is foolish to even consider- nobody would be able to justify starving the schnauzer to try and make it something it isn’t… but it’s what I’ve been doing (or had done to me) for 55+ years- and I’m still not a Yorkie, and never will be. Undoing that mindset is so difficult, even though logically I know it’s messed up. So, I don’t know what will happen next, other than I am still invested in keeping my kidneys functioning. I’ve caused a lot of permanent physical damage, and my go-to reaction to food is still keeping the ‘numbers’ OK as determined by my illogical eating disorder brain. If someone else was doing the same things I am, I’d see the problem for THEM, but not for me.