BREAKING
NEWS: a wild appointment appears!
Not long
after privately booking my private appointment with a private therapist in
Southampton, April House phoned me to say there was a slot and did I want it.
So I bailed on unfettered neoliberalism (£30 per appointment for students), and
fell back on the NHS a week later. This place is light years away in Bitterne,
and as I’ve mentioned, there’s no direct bus service from Portswood, which is really
handy given that probably a damn fair amount of disordered eaters are at
Southampton Uni. However, my wonderful housemate offered to give me a lift in
his superb yellow car, and upon arrival I was greeted by a girl who looked both
smaller and younger than me who turned out to be my clinical psychologist; her first week on the job. I was asked to fill
out the same crazy-measuring tick sheets and was asked again what I Normally
Eat. After a year and a half of la folie,
I have finally begun my treatment.
Between
this and my initial Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, I went along to one of
Student Minds’ ED group therapy sessions I’d spied on the student union calendar.
I met some wonderful people and although it’s not there to replace treatment it
was great just to get a load off my (flat) chest, reassured by the presence of
SUSU the cat. I highly recommend these sessions to those looking to meet others
sharing the same unfortunate mentality.
Cycling
over to April House that Friday I had absolutely no expectations, high nor low,
as a CBT newbie. I’ve regrettably been one of those people who believed in independent
‘rationalising-away’ of psychological disorders, but being in the clutches of a
hunger-obsession has made me re-evaluate. With my pint-sized therapist I
basically mapped out my thoughts, behaviours, feelings, and physiology and then
made a timeline of important events in my life. From my childhood shame at
swimming lessons to my recent breakdown at a bowl of intolerable noodles in
Chinatown, my eyes were opened to a whole canister of potential underlying causes
I had completely overlooked. My ‘homework’ is to record everything I eat in the
coming week and my subsequent feeeeelings, a task I am throwing myself at with
extreme gusto. If only I had the same
gusto for actual ingestion.