Parents Challenge in Facing the Reality of Their Daughter's Eating Disorder


I spoke with a father this week who told me his daughter, 35 years old, no longer threw up but still had compulsive thought patterns and feelings of shame.  He said the first he and his wife knew their daughter had a problem was when a friend of her confided to them that their daughter, then 20 years old, was suicidal.  I was so moved by this man's story, especially when he thanked me, with tears in his eyes, because it was the first time he spoke about his feelings about his daughter's trials.

The question that comes up is, why would a loving parent who saw his child every day not notice

that she was suffering so terribly?

A daughter is a parent's child regardless of her age. In a reasonably healthy family parents love their daughter.  They are proud of her, melt when they see what they consider is adorable, swell with pride at her achievements and keep locks of her infant curls tucked away in an envelope forever so they can remember her sweetness by touching the precious strands with their fingers occasionally as years go by.

The last thing a loving parent wants to know or see is a flaw or a weakness or a serious illness in their child.  Yet, once they do see they will move heaven and earth to attempt to help their child be well or recover or live as close to a normal life as possible when a difficult condition is permanent.

The powerful feelings that get turned into positive action when a child suffers from any kind of challenging condition often get waylaid when the challenge is an eating disorder.

First of all, an eating disorder can co exist with intelligence, high achievement and beauty by cultural standards.  Plus, since negative feelings are pushed away and hidden, the daughter often presents an independent attitude and cheerful disposition in public.  Everything that a parent thinks is a hallmark of health and accomplishment is there.  What isn't visible is the dark despair the daughter feels and attempts to overcome with all her positive activity and suppression of her emotions.  Even she doesn't know the depth of her spiritual agony.

Moreover, the daughter of any age with an eating disorder often doesn't want or seek treatment.  She believes help is impossible.  She believes that she can't function without her eating disorder behavior and doesn't want anyone to "take it away from her" (as if anyone could.  Recovery is about healing, not control.)

When her pain and suffering become too intense, even by her standards, she may want recovery for herself.  Often she wants recovery so that her loved ones will not have to worry as much as they do.  She needs and has always needed recovery work with mental health professionals who know and understand both eating disorders and the process of recovery.  At an advanced stage she needs intensive recovery work to save her health or even her life.

The New York Times ran an article, A Mother’s Loss, a Daughter’s Story, that describes love, bewilderment, frustration and pain in the real story of Melissa, a daughter who suffered and unwillingly died from her eating disorder. Judy Avrin produced a film that documented her daughter's life and tragic end. It's about a mother working through her grief.  But it's so much more.  It's a perspective in detail on a family story that may have help, information and inspiration for other families. Perhaps it will help families identify eating disorders in their midst sooner and find ways to help their precious daughters. It may also help a daughter to expand her perspective of herself and her situation and motivate her to be more open so she can get the help she needs.

I hope so.









0 # My parents didn't confront me about my EPTC 2010-07-21 18:37
My parents didn't confront me about my ED until 3 years ago. All of this started for me almost 18 years ago. I don't know if they didn't know, or if they just didn't want to see it. I never became emaciated, I never threw up or binged, so how would they really know? I didn't share my feelings with them, still don't, so there would be no way for them to know.

I remember sitting at the dinner table almost 3 yrs ago when they confronted me. It was awful. I never really said anything but did say I would go see someone. We never talk about my ED and I've never told them that I have one. Those words have never been spoken. They know I go to therapy but that's about it. I don't talk to them about anything and hate when they ask me questions about it. I hate that they worry and I saw my dad cry like a baby when I told him I'd go talk to someone, which killed me, but I also don't want them asking me questions about anything. I just wish they didn't have to worry about me.

I just babbled on about nothing.
0 # Dear PTC, You babbled on about somethpinkjoanna 2010-07-21 22:06
Dear PTC,

You babbled on about something important. And you didn't babble. I've never seen a post from you so grounded in realistic specifics and feelings.

You needed help long before you got it. The nature of an eating disorder makes it difficult for the person with the eating disorder to recognize she needs help and difficult to ask for help because of shame and fear.

Thank you for this comment, PTC. It's honest and presents a picture I believe many people - daughters and parents - can identify with.

warm regards,

0 # Thanks Joanna! I don't think my parenPTC 2010-07-22 04:52
Thanks Joanna!

I don't think my parents, well my mother mostly, "gets it." She'll always ask me if I'm still "seeing that lady" and then asks why I am going and why I need to go and that I must have "psychological problems" if I go see her. It gets me so mad. We finally had a little email exchange a few weeks ago where I sort of explained that she and my dad were the ones that suggested I go talk to someone about my "eating problems." I think she just feels badly because I don't talk to her about things but I go talk to this random person. You know? I don't want to talk to them and try to explain things because they won't get it. My dad is much better at having conversations with me than my mom.

I'm still not sure I want to "get better." I don't like hating my body and being miserable sometimes, but I don't want to gain weight. I don't think I need to. I want to be tiny (I'm short, just under 5'1"), so it makes sense for me to be small.

Now I'm really babbling.

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