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       Making Progress
   DIR By: Emotional Anorectics Anon
       Date: March 28, 2021, 7:25 pm
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       I am an emotional anorectic.  I use this label because I have a
       compulsion to avoid emotions.  Each day I wake up and try to
       identify how I am feeling.  Sometimes I give up after 45
       minutes.
       For those of you who have emotions all the time it may sound
       foreign or impossible but emotionally I feel nothing most of the
       time.  When I do feel something it is often difficult to
       identify what it is.
       People ask, “how are you” and I can't answer because I don't
       know.  I have to stop and think which adds moments of awkward
       silence followed by a not well thought out answer of “I’m
       hungry”.  That’s my goto because for a long time I was hungry
       all of the time.  I hate the ‘Fine’ cliche so I refuse to use
       it.
       When I say these things people assume that I am avoiding
       sadness.  While sadness is one of the emotions I have avoided,
       happiness is another one.  I hate happiness.  I know you don't
       believe that--no one does--unless you are an anorectic like
       myself.  I hate happiness because my happiest moments remind me
       of loss.  I feel the pain of losing my ex girlfriend every time
       I think about the joy I felt when we were together.  I would
       rather not be happy than to feel this complex mix of emotions
       often described as bitter-sweet.
       I have lived most of my life without love.  I had no close
       friends, didn't stay close to family, and didn't date.  I did
       not date or kiss anyone for 15 years and also didn't go anywhere
       or do anything with groups and didn't go to bars or clubs.  I
       stayed home if I wasn't at work or church.  The church community
       was small and shrinking.  In fact, I was the last member to
       leave.
       This lifestyle brought me extreme loneliness which I duly
       ignored.  Like ignoring and stuffing, some of the other coping
       mechanisms I developed were unhealthy.  One of the handful of
       women I went on a date with diagnosed me as clinically depressed
       after dinner.  “But, I don’t feel depressed.” I said.
       Thankfully, I can say that I have love in my life now.  It’s not
       from a girlfriend or spouse because I don't have one of those.
       The love I feel comes from friends and communities which make me
       feel welcome.  I now have close friends and people who invite me
       to be a part of their lives.  In difficult times, these are the
       people I turn to for support.  When I’m sad or grieving they are
       the shoulders I cry on.  When celebrating an event they make
       sure I get an invitation even if it means extra work for them
       because I’m not on facebook.  These are the people to whom I
       send ‘I love you’ messages on Valentine’s day.
       I’m still learning to be an authentic human being which involves
       having emotions in real time. Though I am still numb on a
       regular basis when emotions show up I work hard at not pushing
       them away.  It is still difficult as my body is accustomed to
       pushing anything away before it surfaces.  Sometimes I feel
       things long enough to write about it.  I wrote this paragraph a
       while back.
       “I recognize and allow emotions to be a part of healthy living.
       It makes me proud to think of the progress up to this point.
       Having come from a lonely, isolated lifestyle of numbing out and
       unhealthy living, I am wholeheartedly grateful for the love in
       my life now.”
       When I read it I ask myself, “Did I write that?”  It’s so
       ‘mushy’ and emotional. Ugh.  It kind of disgusts me but that’s
       the anorectic talking.   Even so, the fact that I wrote it is
       more evidence that I am making progress.
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