I used to think anorexia wasn’t an illness, I saw it as a lifestyle. A conscious choice, really. Like when you choose to be vegetarian or when you choose your haircut. The same way, I thought, I chose not to eat, and I was fine with it, I thought.
When a psychiatrist told me my daughter had been suffering from binge eating for 8 years, I could not believe it. I could not believe I had been ignorant of my daughter’s illness even though we had been living together for so many years.
It’s been 3 years since I discovered that my daughter was diagnosed with eating disorder. Fortunately, she has fully recovered. But the recovery process was like a war for my wife and me.
The hardest time is over! Every time I look back on the pains and sufferings, I see a glimpse of hope – that’s our society and our home, where we talk to and help one another.