It was clear from an early age that I wasn’t ever going to make a scientist. Certainly, the most memorable things from my physics lessons involved throwing wet paper towels at each other, and the time when I fell off my stool because Leon Kavanagh pushed me too hard.
It’s really Mr Thomas that I blame for my ignorance on the topic of magnetic force. He had bad breath and liked to lean over your shoulder to illustrate his point. Awful as it is to conform to the stereotype of the bored teenager, surely it’s even more awful to conform to that of the fairly greasy, and very definitely sleazy, Physics teacher! All this to excuse myself for what follows; a very unscientific reference to a very scientific process.
It’s possible that if you belong to a certain generation, you’ll have had one of those arched magnets lying around the garage. You know the ones… a U – shaped piece of metal coated, in part, with bright red plastic.
I loved ours. My dad’s. As a kid, I’d be content to mess about with it, trying to get to that point where I could move the screws / nails without the magnet actually picking them up. You know THAT point? What was it that was SO satisfying about THAT point?!
Anyway. The magnet is something I often refer to when I’m attempting to explain something about the nature of Anorexia and, moreover, the PURPOSE that it serves. Because it does HAVE a purpose. And just because there may be no apparent reason why a person is dogged with this illness, doesn’t mean that it’s a completely random occurrence.
Although I am writing mainly about Anorexia Nervosa, sufferers with other eating disorders will identify with the fact that before they even had a hint of their illness, they were chronically anxious. In my own experience, I had suffered with almost crippling anxiety and panic attacks for many years before Anorexia hijacked my brain. I have heard so many other patients refer to their inability to manage everyday anxieties, stories of phobias, extreme panic, fear.
Whether it was recognised in childhood or not, I would hazard a guess that it is actually an anxiety disorder, generalised or specific, that underpins Anorexia.
And so, a sort of Anorexic blueprint, is born.
The child who is very frightened about being left alone to survive in the playground; the one who studies to be the best and so is the best and then lives in fear of not being able to keep being the best; the person at work who is held up as being exemplary, and is terrified of being ‘found out’ because he or she has no self belief and feels like a fraud. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety.
You may be reading this and identifying the fact that this is something we ALL experience. Perhaps it is… but everybody manages their fears in different ways, and Anorexia, whilst still being a severe and enduring illness, often begins as a means for managing fear.
Imagine a tabletop covered in iron filings. Horrible little bits of grey, scattered all over Try to scoop them up and they go everywhere…
Now imagine that each of the filings is a different ‘free floating’ fear.
So many different things to cope with, too many. It’s all very out of control and you can’t rest because you’re in a constant state of hyper alertness; a state where heightened anxiety is natural because everything, EVERYTHING feels like a bit like a threat… a challenge… The filings don’t shift, if anything, they seem to multiply.
Anorexia is a magnet.
And it’s bigger than anything else.
And it’s really powerful.
Due to a force that I should at least have some understanding of (but don’t because I didn’t bother in my Physics lessons) the filings are immediately drawn to it as it hovers over the tabletop, sucking up every little shred of metal.
It’s what Anorexia does. All the individual anxieties stick to it…. fuse with it… until, one day, they don’t really exist any more and all that’s left is the illness. One giant entity. One focus. One fear.
That of never being able to be thin enough.
Simple?
Yeah. About as simple as physics.
The hardest thing is the terrible realisation that you’re not holding the magnet any more and that it, in itself, is far, FAR stronger than you; As if somehow, cruelly, the incorporation of all those little grey shards, has strengthened the force that then turns on the sufferer him/herself and begins to diminish them.
A very interesting read, Firefly, about a very serious condition – well written and with great heart.
Big hugs
john
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Well thank you so much for taking the time to read it and comment John. I’ll take one of those hugs too! ff
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This is really powerful. It’s like the disease absorbed all the other anxieties and became a monster of enormous proportions. A Goliath that has to be slain over and over. Day after day. Keep slaying your monster. It seems impossible. But with God, ALL things are possible! Even conquering death. Happy Easter FF!
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Yeah Micey. You’ve got it on one. That’s exactly what happened and what it’s like. Thanks so much for the encouragement and for taking the time to read. Hope you’ve had a great Easter in Arizona! XX
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I found that a really interesting analogy. Anxiety is a terrible thing. It nearly took me down and I never even saw it coming. But I think understanding it in whatever way makes sense is a real help. Like they say, know your enemy.
Keep going. In the end anxiety can be beaten.
Look after yourself.
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Thanks so much for your comment and for the encouragement. I so appreciate it.
ff
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Good thoughts with a lot of emotion and insight.
Have a wonderful day!
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Thanks so much Trisha. Thanks for taking the time to comment.
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A great analogy. It is so true anxiety is a massive symptom or even cause of Anorexia. Found your second blog by the looks of it 🙂 xxx
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Yes Daisy! Only the best people find this one! 😉 I really do think anxiety is a major underlying cause for many people’s illness… x
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Really powerful and so very relatable xxx
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