Getting Schooled on my Failures

Today has been a difficult day for us.  In the region where we live, the students have already gone back to school, and all my teacher friends are posting their unabashed optimism and excitement for the new school year.

I feel left out.

I feel like a failure.

I feel grossly incompetent.

I still castigate myself on why I failed as a teacher.  Husband asked me last night if it had not been for my eating disorder, would I still be teaching.  I responded that my eating disorder would have made sure I wasn't teaching or working in any manner for that fact.  And so it would be.  My inability to cope with life would have energized my eating disorder, regardless of the type of employment, and made working a fright and an impossibility.

I do think I have some skills as a teacher.  I am caring, outgoing, and understand my content matter and how to convey it to students; however,  I am not by any appearance skilled in handling stress, chaos, or anxiety.  My eating disorder and dissociation came between me and teaching,  and teaching will forever lay at my feet in the throes of death.

So today is long and disturbing.  I'm paralyzed by the memories of my own inadequacies and deficiencies.  I can not move; I can not breath; I can not speak.  I wish I were teaching, but even at my best, I know unequivocally I was never good enough.

Trouble Ahead

The content of this post is frightening me. Rereading it, I can't believe I'm going to hit the "publish" button. It serves to show how desperate I am.

This is the only place I have to turn to right now. I have no friends to talk to. No therapist to listen to me.

I knew I was in trouble earlier. I wanted to binge and purge. I don’t know why. I had been dreaming of it ever since last night. I managed to stave it off last night but this morning I was unaccountably anxious, so I took two of my tranquilizers and one of Husband’s. It did put me to sleep, but only shortly, and, sure enough, I was dealing with the same feelings of anxiety and punishment. I text four friends and FB’d that I was having a hard time and wanted to meet for coffee. But by the time the first person got back to me it was already too late. I was at the grocery store, pj’s on, buying supplies. I got home, didn’t stop till I was nauseous, and gave it all to the toilet. I made sure every bite was gone, throwing up till there wasn’t even bile left. It was a b/p with a vengeance. Now I feel sick and weak and don’t know how I’m going to work tonight.

At least I’m not vanilla anymore. I cried real tears, felt real emotions. I don’t know why I cried. Perhaps because I feel like crap, perhaps because I feel hopeless, don’t see a way out this time. I’m not in control of this behavior. I’m the puppet and they are pulling the strings.

I really do want more for myself. But these feelings get turned on and off by remote. Not by me. Someone else is pulling the strings on this disordered eating and I don’t know why. My abusers killed me so long ago. I don’t know if I’ll ever see the light of day.

My primal instinct is to not allow Therapist to see this. I hope I can make one small step toward health and recovery by sharing this with him. It won’t be easy at all. He doesn’t understand.

How to cope when you want to act out

The question was asked of me on Formspring what I do to not act out when I’ve eaten something risky. I thought I would address this question here because I’ve heard from many readers who deal with dissociation and also have eating disorders. I believe it is worthwhile to address this here because coping extends not just to eating something risky, but also to other behaviors, such as restricting, bingeing, purging, over-exercise or binge eating.

Crisp, cold watermelon on a hot, humid day equals relief. And a mighty tasty snack. Stick a fork in the watermelon...I'm done.

The worst part for me in trying to not act out is sitting with the uncomfortable feelings. I try to tell myself that even though the feeling is so intense and overwhelming, it won’t last forever. I can handle the pain and anxiety if I know there is an end in sight. If I can ride out the proverbial wave, then I can buy myself time for when I feel more in control.

Husband and I were at a local mall and made the decision to eat there. He steered me to a store called Fresh to Order and it was so, so good. I don't know every thing that was in my sandwich but it was some thing like Kalamata olives, avocado, cucumber, and roasted red peppers. I even could have an apple instead of chips as a side. I normally hate eating out, but I'll make an exception next time for this sandwich.

Another thing I do is tell someone that I’m at risk for acting out. That person can be anyone. I’ve even tweeted before that I wanted to binge and purge. Stating the fact of wanting to act out won’t necessarily make the behaviors go away, but it does take some of the power and sting out of the feelings.

Steamed broccoli, sweet potato with pecans, and fake riblets. Husband bought my littles a Barbie cup and they were tickled pink to use it. It also comes with a bowl they'll use later.

I also utilize a “goody” bag that is filled with activities that help me distract. I do latch hook, Sudoku, crossword puzzles, listen to my iPod, read a book, take a shower or a warm bath, and color. These are things that have helped me.

I got my sixty day chip on Saturday. I’ve been focused and successful in recovery for over sixty days now. I wouldn’t have made this much progress if I didn’t learn that sometimes I just have to sit with the feelings and let them pass through.