I can't imagine what it must feel like for a dad to watch his daughter suffer with an ED. I try not to think about it because it kills me. I remember when my parents brought up my ED for the fist time, though never really refered to my problem as an eating disorder. They wanted me to go talk to someone. A week later I told my dad I was going to talk to someone. He squeezed me so tightly and started sobbing. It was horrible. I can remember it like it was yesterday and it kills me. I hate that I am hurting him so much.
I can't imagine what it must feel like for a dad to watch his daughter suffer with an ED. I try not to think about it because it kills me. I remember when my parents brought up my ED for the fist time, though never really refered to my problem as an eating disorder. They wanted me to go talk to someone. A week later I told my dad I was going to talk to someone. He squeezed me so tightly and started sobbing. It was horrible. I can remember it like it was yesterday and it kills me. I hate that I am hurting him so much.
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