Eating Disorders

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Most, if not all, of the medications and diagnoses I received in my pre-teen and early teen years were, in my opinion, considered a misdiagnosis by a doctor who practically handed the prescription pad over with little to no questions asked…I feel they were misdiagnoses because no one *actually* asked me…

I was diagnosed with depression when I was 13. This was after being prescribed accutane at 11 (a heavy duty medication used to treat acne - with life altering side effects like depression and other mental health issues, and gastrointestinal issues - just to name a few - and this was the first of 3 rounds before the age of 16). I was also prescribed water pills at 12 (I was drinking 0 water and lots of sodium heavy processed foods, plus tons of soda… this caused my weight to fluctuate…) This is not acceptable for someone who has to fit into their beauty pageant clothes, so the answer was water pills (???).

The symptoms of bulimia started to appear when I was 11. I remember the first time I made myself throw up…it was after a photo shoot at my home, when I was praised for losing weight so quickly (they had to postpone my photos because I looked too fat at the beginning of the week), and was rewarded with McDonalds for a job well done…

I remember being praised for not eating by some adults in my life. Compliments when I looked thinner, insults, and shame inducing comments when I had put on weight (even if it was just water weight).

I was put on anti-depressants when I was 13, and birth control sometime around this time as well…After all of this, still no one asked me about my diet, what my home life was like, what my experience was like at school, how much movement I was engaging in, if I had been speaking to anyone (therapy)…. Nope, let’s go straight to the pharmacological medicine. :-|

My mom was afraid that if I spoke to someone about what was going on in my home that CPS was going to be involved (at the time she was in a deep depression that left her unable to do little more than work 18-20+ hour days , leaving me to take care of the home and my younger sister most of the time), so it was made clear we do not speak to anyone outside of the home about what is really going on.

At 14, I threatened to end my life and was admitted into the psych ward for a few days while on those anti-depressants. Guess that one wasn’t working... let’s try another. 🙃

Fast forward a few years, I eventually got off the anti depressants and even birth control in my late teens (both were giving me side effects with little to no benefit), but I was also having to deal with anxiety and panic attacks due to all the suppression and living in a dysregulated system for much of my life.

Around my 18th birthday, I started smoking cannabis for the perceived “cool factor” (not joking), which did help with the anxiety, but then it presented a new challenge…without it the anxiety returned… I had become attached to another addiction that I couldn’t go without, so it became my multiple time a day habit.


Into my 20s and even early 30s, I would purposely get so stoned and do questionable or risky things just to test my own ability to “handle things”…I see now in hindsight that I would do it to make life a bit more exciting and to test myself - how calm and relaxed could I stay while my “house was on fire”? 



As someone who is now living sober, knowing exactly who I am and what I came here to do, and having learned how to regulate myself in ways outside of the path of traditional western medicine, I am not afraid to speak my truth. Remission is possible - we all have a story that could shock someone else or even break their heart - and while I honour your experiences, I know that your past doesn’t have to be your present or future.

Most, if not all, of the medications and diagnoses I received in my pre-teen and early teen years were, in my opinion, considered a misdiagnosis by a doctor who practically handed the prescription pad over with little to no questions asked…I feel they were misdiagnoses because no one *actually* asked me…

I was diagnosed with depression when I was 13. This was after being prescribed accutane at 11 (a heavy duty medication used to treat acne - with life altering side effects like depression and other mental health issues, and gastrointestinal issues - just to name a few - and this was the first of 3 rounds before the age of 16). I was also prescribed water pills at 12 (I was drinking 0 water and lots of sodium heavy processed foods, plus tons of soda… this caused my weight to fluctuate…) This is not acceptable for someone who has to fit into their beauty pageant clothes, so the answer was water pills (???).

The symptoms of bulimia started to appear when I was 11. I remember the first time I made myself throw up…it was after a photo shoot at my home, when I was praised for losing weight so quickly (they had to postpone my photos because I looked too fat at the beginning of the week), and was rewarded with McDonalds for a job well done…

I remember being praised for not eating by some adults in my life. Compliments when I looked thinner, insults, and shame inducing comments when I had put on weight (even if it was just water weight).

I was put on anti-depressants when I was 13, and birth control sometime around this time as well…After all of this, still no one asked me about my diet, what my home life was like, what my experience was like at school, how much movement I was engaging in, if I had been speaking to anyone (therapy)…. Nope, let’s go straight to the pharmacological medicine. :-|

My mom was afraid that if I spoke to someone about what was going on in my home that CPS was going to be involved (at the time she was in a deep depression that left her unable to do little more than work 18-20+ hour days , leaving me to take care of the home and my younger sister most of the time), so it was made clear we do not speak to anyone outside of the home about what is really going on.

At 14, I threatened to end my life and was admitted into the psych ward for a few days while on those anti-depressants. Guess that one wasn’t working... let’s try another. 🙃

Fast forward a few years, I eventually got off the anti depressants and even birth control in my late teens (both were giving me side effects with little to no benefit), but I was also having to deal with anxiety and panic attacks due to all the suppression and living in a dysregulated system for much of my life.

Around my 18th birthday, I started smoking cannabis for the perceived “cool factor” (not joking), which did help with the anxiety, but then it presented a new challenge…without it the anxiety returned… I had become attached to another addiction that I couldn’t go without, so it became my multiple time a day habit.


Into my 20s and even early 30s, I would purposely get so stoned and do questionable or risky things just to test my own ability to “handle things”…I see now in hindsight that I would do it to make life a bit more exciting and to test myself - how calm and relaxed could I stay while my “house was on fire”? 



As someone who is now living sober, knowing exactly who I am and what I came here to do, and having learned how to regulate myself in ways outside of the path of traditional western medicine, I am not afraid to speak my truth. Remission is possible - we all have a story that could shock someone else or even break their heart - and while I honour your experiences, I know that your past doesn’t have to be your present or future.