Why the phrase "it's about control" is so wrong, and so right
"My D (10) was the "perfect patient" in the hospital. She ate eerything in front of her without argument. She was singing to the nurses. Everyone thought she was "so cute". When we got home on day 2 my H had to carry her into the house kicking and scremaing because she would not stop sunning through waste deep snow to exercise. She punched him in the face. I am not trying to scare you- just telling you my reality of what I experienced. These kids will truly test the ones who love them the most. The disease wants to mess with every emotion we have. Last week my D (now WR and doing great!) said "What has helped me the most is feeling safe mommy. You and daddy have not left me alone and then my ED could not make me do things. It helped me the most." So there you have it- stay strong and do not give in ever. We have gotten our daughter back- have faith and be patient. I was not very patient as times- feeling like things should move faster. One day at a time."