November 21, 2014

Dirty Laundry?

A mother I know has started  The "Dirty Laundry" Project in response to a friend who called it "dirty laundry" to discuss her daughter's eating disorder on Facebook. I am posting this picture as my profile picture all this week to show solidarity and say very clearly that no illness should be treated as shameful or to be hidden. Stigma only serves the purpose of isolation and lack of information. The person who should have been ashamed is the one who thinks talking about illness is something to hide. Hooray for the Dirty Laundry Project and boo hiss to the haters!

November 20, 2014

Research study: Are you a mother who has had an eating disorder?

I believe strongly in the importance of research and I have great hopes for the future when families are better prepared and able to act when it comes to eating disorders.

Researchers in the UK are looking for mothers who have suffered in the past (or currently) with an eating disorder who have a healthy daughter between 11 and 15. Travel costs are covered if you decide to participate.

If this describes you, please consider joining the study being conducted by the UCL Institute of Child Health? Research is so important in understanding and better treating eating disorders. If we could learn more about those at risk before they become ill it could lead to advances in treatment and even prevention.


BREDS (Brain in high risk for eating disorders study) 

We are currently recruiting mothers who have had an eating disorder in the past or have one now, and who have a healthy daughter between the ages of 11 and 15. 

Research has started to study whether the way someone thinks and brain characteristics are linked to the development of an eating disorder, however, we still don’t know if this differences were there before the eating disorder; or if they are a consequence of the disorder. 

We are currently recruiting for a study to understand why young people develop an eating disorder. The purpose of this study is to look at the brain structure and the way of thinking of healthy adolescents who have a first degree relative with an eating disorder. This study will help us figure out if these healthy adolescents have a similar way of thinking and brain characteristics to those shown in patients with eating disorders. If this is the case we might be able to understand what brain characteristics increase the risk for eating disorders. 

What’s involved? - Computerised brain games and IQ test- Questionnaires- Saliva sample Inclusion criteria - One half-hour MRI scan

You are eligible to take part if you:- Have a healthy daughter between the ages of 11 and 15.- Have had an eating disorder at any point in the past, or have one currently this could include Anorexia Nerovsa (AN), Bulimia Nervosa (BN), Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified (EDNOS), or Binge Eating Disorder  

We are also recruiting control participants who have never had any mental health disorder and have a healthy daughter between the ages of 11 and 15. 

Compensation You will be reimbursed for travel costs and your daughter will receive a £20 voucher as a token of our appreciation. 

Contact - Tel: 02079052166   - m.martinez-barona@ucl.ac.uk


The study was approved by UCL Ethics Committee (5487/001) and Dr Micali is the principal investigator.

Click here for more details.

November 18, 2014

The picture wall is growing: where's your pic?

I'm having a great time every morning checking out the picture board at F.E.A.S.T. - every day there are new entries and they move around so I love seeing my family in different constellations with other families.



Are you on the board yet???



Fund Drive Updates - Families Empowered and Supporting Treatment of Eating Disorders

November 11, 2014

Principles and Scenarios, and a Bungee Jump

Staying calm and consistent while caring for a loved one suffering from an eating disorder, that is the question. I've spent a decade being shouty about the WHY and the WHAT parents can do. I've been more cautious about the HOW. The truth is: parents want the HOW. NOW.

So, Eva Musby, another parent writer, has rolled out the HOW that so many families are begging for in a new book. She does so with wonderful analogies, references, and some mad animation skills. Check out her video:




In a perfect example of how Musby has thought through what you, the parent, need and are going to ask, she's worked out all the formats you might want to access the book!

Here's what I like best. I have observed, over the years, a growing knowledge base in the parent community. Parents are sharing what they've experienced and tools they've stumbled on and sharing them with others. There is no formula for all, no recipe that will work for more than one family - but what a parent does need is a pantry to walk into and read ingredients and pick up ladles and pans - this book is like that pantry. Dip in anywhere -- and there is a lot here - and find a concept or a tool you would probably only stumble over long after you needed it.

Thank you, Eva, for taking your experience and listening to others -- to other families, to the professionals, to the literature.

And thank you so much for the Bungee Jump analogy!


November 7, 2014

I hate fundraising. But I hate ED more.

When a group of parents around the world started F.E.A.S.T., the first internatonal group OF and SUPPORTING parents of ED patients, we didn’t just want to copy what others were doing. We wanted to change the landscape of what families find and how they respond to these life-draining and life-threatening disorders.
We believed two things were essential:

Focus on what parents can DO.
Follow the science.

We knew we wanted to be a unique voice and that we might stir controversy. For that, we needed financial independence. You see, most advocacy is funded by sponsorships by those selling services to families. This is not to say that providers would tell us what to do, or that what they do was wrong, but an acknowledgement that financial independence would leave us free to focus on the message and not keeping sponsors happy.

So, being financially independent means F.E.A.S.T. depends on the very people we represent: families. We depend on contributions from the F.E.A.S.T. community to do the work we do. Those contributions are not just how we pay the bills for our services but how we know what we do matters. Since 2007 parents and other supporters have been donating what they can to F.E.A.S.T. and by doing so they make the Around the Dinner Table forum possible, they make sure that there are parents represented at eating disorder events, they fund the written materials that families bring to their schools and doctors, and those kind donors make sure that the lonely mother at her computer in the middle of the night finds a place that assures her that it is not her fault and that she can, indeed, get her child back.

F.E.A.S.T. is independent but also frugal. We don’t have an office or paid staff. Everyone at F.E.A.S.T. is a volunteer working from a kitchen table or their laptop in the den. We don’t spend donations on stationery or pens: we spend it on supplying services and providing information.

Independence means F.E.A.S.T. is focused on our mission and not cultivating donors.

I hate fundraising, myself. But independence has its cost. If we don’t want to have to worry whether Hospital One wishes we wouldn’t talk about evidence-based outcomes, or worry that parents at one of our conferences will feel more trusting of XYZ Clinic because they paid for a conference breakfast then we can’t play the sponsor game and we have to operate on less and get it from our own members.

Notably, we rarely ask folks for money. We don’t pepper our members with fundraising appeals, nor do we make donations a condition of membership. We believe parents and caregivers have a great deal on their minds and don’t need to see a fundraising message every time they hear from us.

But F.E.A.S.T. isn’t made of fairy dust and we do need to get donations to continue our work.

Donating to F.E.A.S.T. in any amount is more than a money thing. It’s a vote of support for the parent perspective, and for good science. It’s paying it forward to the parents who will need F.E.A.S.T. for the first time tomorrow morning, or next month, or next year. If what we do matters to you make sure it is there for others. Be part of making the world a better place for families facing eating disorders.

November 5, 2014

Wait, why DON'T we all get along?

I've been fascinated, and of course saddened, by an increase in unfair personal attacks in the ED world. Many people are telling me they feel attacked, shouted down, bullied, unsafe.

Wait, this isn't new. And, oh dear, it's not just in the ED world.

It seems to happen when certain elements collide:

Ideas and people.

I am skeptical that this is really about what any one person did or said or thinks or wants. The interactions are too similar and the outcome is formulaic: shunning of the person and anyone who doesn't shun her and her ideas. Yes, there are a scattering of really maddening people, but they are the exception. I believe these scuffles are not personal but ideological. I believe these battles end in defensive wounds more often than not. And: I believe the conflict is inevitable and necessary and healthy. For that last sentiment I will be roundly spanked, I know. This is a world that fears and loathes conflict!

#realtalk: there is no safe space when you are expressing your opinions in public. There's not supposed to be.

That's the price of being in public. And with Facebook and Twitter and blogs and even email we are now in public a LOT. If your opinion is more than a fluffy bunny affirmation surrounded by rainbows you will hear grumbles. Before, people just smirked and you never knew. Now even fluffy bunny affirmations may be criticized. (Note: I'm not a fluffy affirmation fan.) Bring it!

"But, but, she wasn't nice!" No, she probably wasn't. People aren't always nice. Sometimes they are angry, and sometimes they are just crabby people, and sometimes you've made them jealous or didn't show them enough respect or you look like their mother-in-law. Sometimes something is important enough and delayed long enough to make people really, really, really, really angry. If you require nice 100% of the time you will need to stay home and read bunny books alone. The Internet, your book club, your town council are all closed to you. Also: don't attend any family events.

"But, but, I feel threatened." Many of us feel under threat when criticized or put on the defensive. We care SO MUCH about what we're doing and we work SO HARD to claw a place for what we believe in and we've been brave and kind and patient and WTF! Why is someone damaging my reputation? How could anyone think that I'm anything but right and righteous and good? But are we really being threatened? Isn't it really more that we're not being appreciated and we are being thwarted in our good works? Isn't it that our intentions are being questioned and that is deeply painful?

"I'm a nice person!" Yes, well, my mother thinks I'm a nice person, too. Doesn't make me or my beliefs or my causes nice, too. Nice people can be wrong, even harmful. Rotten people can be right.

Honestly? I think we all need a bit more courage and strength of our convictions. It is okay to disagree. It is okay to be disagreed with. If we are all truly to see one another as equals with the expectation of mutual respect we need to own our place and know that it is JUST our individual place. Being right alone in a room isn't advocacy. We need to be vulnerable, too, and allow ourselves humility.

Laura's New Groundrules
  • Let's pretty please stop saying "people are saying" or anything like this.** This is a sly way of getting individuals to shut up, implying that they are out of line but in such a horrible way that the other person won't say it themselves and that some amorphous group of people is whispering out of earshot. It's creepy. If it's not in public and no one is putting their name on it let it go. Just say "This thing you said bothers me because..." and get on with the actual conflict.
  • Let's stop doing things back-channel. We can fool ourselves that it is being respectful but it is usually politicking and Mean Girling. Say the same things in person as to others. Don't talk about others behind their backs and don't repeat rumors. I know. It's hard. But let's try.
  • Let's stop calling it "attacking" when it is really just disagreement. Sure, it stings when people question or criticize us but let's practice mutual respect by assuming both parties are equals and can both handle the conversation. Let people think wrong of you. Let people BE wrong.
  • If it is an attack, whatever THAT is, let's deal with it. Won't kill us. If we hear the criticism and don't agree then keep going. If not, talk about it and consider change. 
  • Be nice, for goodness sake. Treat others with respect and expect it in return even when they don't -- and they won't -- but take the high road with sincerity for your own karma's sake. Also, it drives people nuts when you behave: they can't dismiss you as rude, which they really, really want to do.
  • Let's accept the fact of disagreement. It's there. We're living on the leading edge of a fast-moving wave: lots is going on, it's complicated, and we're all scrambling to figure it out. We do NOT all agree and we don't agree on some very basic points. Until we do better on that we will not work together, row in the same direction, find common ground, or whatever our palliative phrase of the month is. We do disagree, some of us are going to have to change or split, and while we're arguing things are going to change and we'll ALL need to keep learning. 
  • IDEAS NOT PEOPLE. Discuss ideas, not the people who hold them. It works!
  • Ask questions. Listen to the answers. People are not always saying what you think they are.
  • We're not friends, we're family. It's not about being liked it's about being linked by a cause. 
  • OMG: there are other ideas out there! People hold the most fantastical and bizarre belief sets! I didn't even know those where there! Exactly. Know the history, know the ideas, get to know the people. Be curious. Allow yourself to be surprised.
  • Hot kitchens. It does get heated. But no one can keep anyone out of the kitchen any more. It's a free and open potlatch of ideas and voices. Everyone is responsible for only one voice: their own. We can't make others not be "wrong on the internet" nor can we group people off and segregate them. We will hear things we don't like. We will say things that others don't like. It doesn't break anything. If you're offended or exhausted by it go do something else but don't expect a zen garden in the middle of the highway.
  • No more black and white thinking about individuals. There's too much "our sort" and "OTHER" going on. Reality: we are all in the same boat and but we're each picking which hole to patch and which part of the hull to hammer through but we're all sinking or swimming together. By designating a person on the boat as somehow UNACCEPTABLE what happens is the boat just gets harder to walk around in. I have to see and speak to and share mutual friends with a handful of people who make me terribly uncomfortable. They've hurt me personally and they've damaged my reputation. But I'm not getting out of the boat, nor should I need to throw them overboard. We're in this together. We don't all need to be friends. We don't all need to get along: we need to be alongside.
  • Babies, bathwater, boats... I hate the way people dismiss ideas by associating them with a particular person or group. It's lazy, it's intellectually shallow, and it hurts us all. If you think that I am a horrible person, fine, but don't dismiss the ideas I believe in because you don't like me. I've met too many people who treat ideas like sports teams: this is my set of beliefs because this is my team. Have your own ideas. And don't take the easy way out of rejecting anything I stand up for because I'm associated with it.
Dyspeptic rant over.

** Yes, I know I started this VERY rant saying something like that. Go figure. Believe me when I say I am speaking as much to myself as others as I rant, here.

October 31, 2014

What a little data can do....

Eureka!
You know, research can be such an abstract thing. I think people get overwhelmed by it, intimidated by it, and don't feel it applies to them.

Until it applies to them.

There have been two big "read this" moments in the news lately. Neither are getting the press I think they deserve, but both strike me as research milestones that will change the world in real ways for lots of people.

Paralysed man walks again after cell transplant

Scientists link 60 genes to autism risk

They also point to why we need to support research and support researchers, like hint hint Charlotte's Helix. Researchers and funders put in years and years to make any of these things possible, with little credit or kudos, until and unless it pans out. These are the rock stars we should be cheering for, following, and with whom we can choose to sing along!


October 23, 2014

DO something

I am a big supporter of the Eating Disorders Coalition. EDC is actively -- and successfully -- doing for all of us in the US what we hope is being done when we wake up down the Rabbit Hole in ED land: advocating for better research, training, treatment, and action on the legislative level.

This letter from EDC today movingly explains WHAT each of us can do, and WHY.

I just hung up from making MY call. I did something today. It took 60 seconds. PLEASE join me, and leave a comment below on why.

Dear EDC Member Organizations – 

If you think back to why you became a Member of the Eating Disorders Coalition, my guess is that many of you joined because you wanted to DO SOMETHING to fight back against these insidious disorders we call eating disorders.  I’m right there with you! I want to DO SOMETHING to help diffuse and transform the hell these disorders bring to far too many.  Today and tomorrow we have an opportunity to DO SOMETHING that will positively impact our entire field and every school-aged child in our Nation.  This opportunity involves school-based BMI screening, surveillance and reporting. 
Last week, as a result of Lobby Day, we garnered a commitment from Centers for Disease Control (CDC) to make changes to the school-based BMI screening protocols, but in order for that to happen we need Members of Congress to sign their name to a letter that instructs CDC what to do.  This letter is called a Dear Colleague letter.  The “DO SOMETHING” I’m asking of you is: make one phone call to your Member of Congress and ask them to sign their name to the Dear Colleague letter by Monday, October 27, 2014.   

I know you are all very busy.  You have my word that I wouldn’t ask you to take time to DO SOMETHING if this weren’t a goal that we can accomplish, together.  And, I wouldn’t ask you to make a call if each and every phone call weren’t super important. Every call makes a difference (and the opposite is equally true).  Rarely does our Coalition have an opportunity like this…let’s not let it pass us by.  Let’s DO SOMETHING. 

Here’s how to make your call: http://www.eatingdisorderscoalition.org/documents/FallAdvocacyandLetters.pdf 

THANK YOU so very much. ~Kathleen
_________________________________________Kathleen MacDonald, Policy & Communications Director Eating Disorders Coalition for Research, Policy & Action (EDC)
For a recap and pictures of the historic 1st M.O.M. March (Mothers & Others March) on DCand EDC National Lobby Day, click here:  recap: http://www.eatingdisorderscoalition.org/CongressionalBriefingFall2014.htmpictureshttps://www.facebook.com/EatingDisordersCoalition/photos_streamNBC video: http://youtube/j5EpQazGxuE

STAY IN TOUCH:
Direct Dial: 202.802.0777 Website: www.eatingdisorderscoalition.orgFB: www.facebook.com/EatingDisordersCoalitionTwitter: https://twitter.com/EDCoalitionInstagram: instagram.com/EDCoalitionGoogle+: EDCoalition1  

October 16, 2014

Atonement, humility, and the future of mental health care

It's no secret that there is enormous tension within the mental health community. As much as folks like to say we should all get along, row together, collaborate... it rarely works that way. We only get along when we're off in our silos not interacting or competing for the same scarce resources. We all mean well but there are actual ongoing disagreements that keep us from being on that mythical "same page" we all wish for.

Personally, I don't think we're going to move forward on mental health advocacy until we do a better job WITHIN the community on communication and consensus. Unfortunately, that is largely taboo. Conflict among us is not welcome and is seen as divisive and, worse, unnecessary. All enemies of the cause are seen as outside, other. That attitude, of course, believes the answer is in everyone getting on OUR particular page. If only everyone saw the light, if only everyone saw that I am right!

I say, let's embrace dissent and disagreement. Let's actually talk with those with whom we disagree. Meet, eat, stroll, play checkers, eat cake. Let's get it all out there openly. Is that worse, really, than the politicking and the back-chatter? I'd be glad to be wrong, actually, if it led to change. 

I have a page. I'm on that page because I am intellectually and, no doubt, emotionally invested and convinced of it. It's a complex page, not quite like anyone else's. I write it. I edit it.

Happily, my page is 
in many parts shared by others. I'd have to say as time goes on more and more people are on my page, some on more lines than others. I feel these days as if I'm in a booklet if not a book, and no longer a nuisance flyer floating in the wind.

I'm proud to say that I read very largely from NIMH Director, Dr. Thomas Insel's page. I'd probably edit a few phrases or cram some things in the margin, but it's a darn good page to start from. This annoys some people I know and admire. I guess it would be impossible to get everyone, even all the well-meaning and thoughtful folks, entirely into the same book not to mention page. But for heroes, teachers, and fresh thinking I don't think you can beat him. And, happily again, the guy is the head of modern psychiatry in this country and widely admired around the world.


I am cheering for Dr. Insel's recent statement, one that many of us need: "on Mental Illness Awareness Week, my call is for humility."
Fear and distrust -- often justified and understandable -- can make people lash out in ways they otherwise would not. Kindness, and mutual respect, can be lost in the process. I have many friends with whom I disagree in part or wholly on mental health treatment and policy. That is expected and probably necessary. But humility and plain old kindness don't have to be withdrawn. 

I do not mean that people should stop speaking up, or avoid conflict, or walk away. The opposite:  my hope is in engagement not just in spite of but BECAUSE of disagreement. We may not have a choice. It used to be that advocates and providers could exist in little islands on their own. We are now more and more connected through various networks that intersect. Our various beliefs and methods and, yes, bad habits, are all in the mix. I celebrate that. It may not always be pleasant, but none of us are in it for the fun: we want patients and their families to suffer less, thrive more, and for the public to understand and support our community.

October 14, 2014

"Without a parachute" guest blog post by a mum

Thank you to mommarexic from Oxfordshire UK for this guest blog post!

"You have been told that in order to help cure you of your fear of heights you need to jump out of a plane. You have somehow been persuaded to get on the plane.  Perhaps you are an inpatient in a psychiatric unit because of your irrational fear of heights and you know that you have to comply with these ‘treatments’ to ever hope to be discharged.  You aren’t actually that sure that you have a fear of heights, but apparently you meet the national criteria for Acrophobia.  You actually think that a fear of falling off high things resulting in serious injury or even death is a healthy thing. Too many people are not afraid enough and the cost to the health service of treating the injuries these people sustain is a problem, so more people should be like you. You don’t see why jumping out of a plane is necessary to make you better, couldn’t you just look out of an upstairs window?  Heck, you could even open the window if you had to.

Anyway you have reluctantly agreed to get on the plane.  It is a twin engine plane, with only basic facilities on board.  No nice comfy airline seats, or in-flight entertainment.  As the engines start-up it is very noisy and the whole plane vibrates and rattles and you start to feel very nervous about the whole thing, wishing you had never agreed to get on the plane.  They buckle you in to your seat.
You start to tense up, holding on very tightly to the edges of your seat, looking around you, trying to see where the exits are. No-one has done a safety demonstration, you wonder how good the risk assessments have been and whether they have checked all the equipment properly.  As the plane starts to move you begin to wish you had tried to get off while the plane was still stationary and wonder if it is moving too fast to jump off now.  But you know if you do that they will say you are still no better and you will never get discharged.

The plane starts to climb to the altitude necessary, your heart is beating so hard you can feel it in your throat.  Your palms are sweaty and your stomach is churning.  The person with you is watching you to see how you are reacting so you try to appear calm but it is hard when you feel so scared.  They are saying reassuring things to you and you are trying to believe them.  They are playing some music over the loud speaker and you try to focus on that instead of the fear.

The assistant starts to unbuckle their harness and you realise with a lurch of fear that it must be nearly time to jump.  They come over and sit next to you and start to shout over the noise of the engines instruction about what is going to happen. 

It suddenly occurs to you that you have not been shown how to use the equipment.  To your horror when you point this out the assistant says “what equipment?”  The parachute! You need to know how it works and when to pull the string etc.  The assistant says “there’s no parachute, we are just jumping out of the plane”. You realise what you hadn’t noticed before.  There are no parachute like bundles in the plane, it is empty except for the odd bit of rubbish and a few old tools.   Everything goes into slow motion, the world seems to have paused for a moment, and you take a few seconds to register what you have just heard.  No parachute?  You must have heard wrong.  That can’t be right.  No you have heard wrong.  You ask them to repeat what they said.  It is no better the second time.  You heard right, no parachute.  Surely they are mistaken.  No they say, this is what they have been told to do, it is the current NICE recommended treatment for Acrophobia and is 100% effective at curing people’s fear of heights.  Everyone who has done it has not been afraid of heights afterwards. It occurs to you that that is probably because they are dead. When you say this they laugh at what they seem to think is a witty comment.

You point out that they have not done a safety check and that you are not happy about jumping out of an unsafe plane.  They say they are happy to get you the log book that shows the plane has been checked and you say that you would like to see it.  They show you the relevant page and you ask them to talk you through all the ticks and checks  You are not really listening but while they are doing this at least you are not being pushed out of a plane.  They have stopped speaking, they have been through it all and are looking expectantly at you. You think quickly and thank them for that information, that it would appear the plane has been checked, but how about the pilot?  Are they sure he or she is appropriately qualified to be doing this?  After all they have the important job of letting you know when it is safe to jump so could they provide you with some credentials please.  They look confused but in the end seem to think it is a reasonable request and go off to the cock pit and come back with the pilot’s license and record of previous jumps etc.  You smile politely and thank them for their patience but could they also just double check that this was the right day for you to be doing the jump.  You had a feeling it was tomorrow and could they please check.  They have realised that you are just stalling for time and say the time has come for the jump so no more questions or checks. You argue that they must be wrong, you ask them to check with someone more senior, you ask if you can speak to the person in charge, you say you no longer consent to this treatment.  They say that they are the most senior person on the plane and that the other people are unavailable, but crucially, there is no radio on the plane so communication is not possible.  They tell you again not to worry, it is alright they have done this before. 

They don’t appear to be taking any notice of your concerns they are speaking to the pilot behind the closed door at the front of the plane to check how long before they are over the target area and if they are at the right altitude etc.  While they are busy you unbuckle your harness. You are pacing around the plane, looking out the windows.  The plane is extremely high, just looking out the windows makes you feel sick.  You say you don’t feel well. The assistant points out that that is because you have a fear of heights.  You reply that it’s a fear of death not heights and she should shut up because she clearly has no idea what she is doing and should be struck off.  Is she going to be jumping out of the plane?  She says no of course not, she doesn’t have Acrophobia.  You tell her you actually don’t have Acrophobia and never have done and they have all got it wrong. This gets no response.  It’s as if she was expecting you to say that.

You are getting desperate now.  You have to get off this plane but not by jumping out.  You try telling the assistant you don’t consent.  You can’t do it today, maybe you could build up to it. Perhaps today just being up this high is a good start?  Would it be enough just to stick you head out of the door?  No. What about you whole upper body?  Again no. You promise you will do it tomorrow, you just need more time to get used to the idea.  This is not acceptable apparently, it has to be today, while they have the plane available.  You tell her this treatment is not going to work for you.  You actually feel more afraid of heights now than you ever did.  It’s making you worse, can’t they see that!  You are pleading. Nothing is making an impact.  The assistant is still getting ready to have you jump out of the plane.

Your fear reaches a new height.  You are entering blind panic.  You start to shout and cry.  You move to the front of the plane.  You are hammering on the pilot’s door trying to get them to open up.  You are shouting through the door that the person in here is mad and they are trying to kill you.  You are begging them to make an emergency landing, you are having a heart attack, you can feel your heart nearly bursting in your chest.  Your chest is burning, you can’t catch your breath.  You say they must be too high, aren’t you supposed to have oxygen or something?  Your hands and nails are starting to bleed from the banging and scratching at the metal door but you don’t care, the blood seems to represent the horror of what they are doing to you.  Maybe the sight of the blood will bring them to their senses and stop this.  It doesn’t. The assistant is starting to look a little cross.

She starts to approach you warily.  She is calmly asking you to calm down, to breathe normally, to sit back in your seat.  She’s saying it’s ok, you can do this.  It’s fine, it’s part of what is going to make you better, it’s going to help you get closer to where you want to be – home.

She is clearly insane.  You tell her this. In order to make your point you add some heavy duty swear words.  She is unmoved.  She is clearly used to this.  You look around you and pick up the nearest heavy object you can find.  Some sort of a wrench.  You hold it in front of you.  You tell her not to come any closer, to make your point you hit out at the surrounding fixtures and fittings showing what damage you can do.  She is still carefully approaching you. 

You realise that the noise in the cabin has increased markedly and that everything is being blown around in a great rushing wind.  While you were trying to get the pilot’s attention, she has opened the side door and the sky and ground below are rushing past.  The noise is worse than ever so that you can barely hear yourself think. You are frozen with fear.  She had taken the wrench off you and is moving you closer to the hatch.  You know you have lost and what follows is inevitable. You try one last time to push her out of the door first but she has been taught some special moves just for this eventuality and the last thing you see is her receding face mouthing ‘well done’ as you fall.

Now replace the flight with meal time and the jump with food.  This is pretty much what it is like to have anorexia and be asked to eat a meal with carbohydrates, fats and protein in it, followed by a nice sweet pudding.  Everyone is insane, they don’t know what they are doing, they are trying to kill you (or make you fat which is the same thing).  What would you do to stop someone making you jump out of a plane without a parachute?  Lie, cry, scream, swear, use violence? So no surprise these are the reactions we see when we ask people with anorexia to eat.  The fear is overwhelming.
Of course in the case of the person with anorexia, they find themselves floating gently to the ground landing on both feet in a beautiful meadow where the sun is shining and the grass is green and birds are sweetly singing.  Then hopefully the next time they take the same trip, they won’t be so scared until jumping out of the plane will be just a normal part of their day, like eating meals for example." 

October 13, 2014

Something Fishy about an eating disorder site's information

yes, this is from a cigarette ad for "Slims"
but you get my point.
I wrote in my first book about the somethingfishy.org site ten years ago as one of the most painful incidents in our family's experience with eating disorders. At that time I felt as alone as any parent facing this illness does anyway, but with a special twist: I felt alone AMONG the parents in the same situation. There were so few people who understood, and few places I could discuss it, but even among them I was different and often unwelcome.

When I was asked to leave SF, the only place on the Internet or "real" life I knew of with other parents on it, I was crushed. Yes, I had a different view. Yes, I disagreed with others. Yet it hurt more than I can say to be exiled.

I had already been upbraided and disparaged. I was not unaware that my views upset people. What I was saying about feeding your kids, about it not being our fault, about brain issues was wildly unwelcome. But I remember the day afterward when I went to my computer and couldn't go there any more. The door was shut. I found it humiliating and unfair and cruel. I cried a lot. For a while after that if my young son saw me sad he'd come pat me on the back and ask if it was "those fishes."

I licked my wounds and moved on. I started another online forum as an alternative, a community that went on to start two organizations for parents (Maudsley Parents & F.E.A.S.T.) I have seen the ideas that got me exiled go from "controversial" and offensive to accepted if not welcomed. The ED world has changed, for the most part. It took a lot of folks a lot of work to get us here.

At the time, though, I was actually scared of the backlash. I considered being silent about what I experienced there. Who was I to object?

I realize now that what I experienced was classic social control, and that I allowed myself to be intimidated. It is HARD to stand up for your beliefs and for others when you feel alone. It is hard to be sent away because you won't go along with what you believe is wrong. In retrospect we can see the right path but at the time.... you don't. Feeling alone, and not wanting to be a troublemaker, and wanting to be pleasing, these all get in your way. You hear the criticism and you hear the gossip and even being "right" doesn't seem like enough. Your ego gets bruised. You doubt yourself.

But things have changed. That's a lovely realization. That's a fantastic realization. We've come a long way. It is okay to talk about brains, to talk about food, to encourage parents to get in and not butt out. We don't need to apologize and defer; we can act and we can support one another instead of pulling one another back down.

Yet, the Something Fishy site is still there and the content that was out of date and harmful to parents in 2002 is still there and still causing ongoing harm. A group of wonderful activist parents are fed up and are trying to get that fixed. They are speaking up and asking all of us to do so as well.

The Something Fishy site needs to be changed. The former owners (CRC) who bought it from the original couple who created it have benefitted from years of SEO and clicks that direct people to their referral lines. CRC and all the other advertisers have had many years and countless profits from the site without changing that content.

CRC has responded to calls to take down or change the content with the answer that they no longer own it. They did own and host this information for a long time, until earlier this year, so that is disappointing. Many of us have asked over the years many times for change there. It was outdated and harmful then, and countless families and patients have been influenced by it. Every day countless people are, still.

The new owners, who are still unclear on their identity and goals, say they want to make the site positive. I say they should make it RIGHT. Take down the archaic and harmful content. Be part of the present. I did not agree, philosophically, with the original owners but they were sincere. The owners and the users engaged with the site in good faith. I hope more people step up to ask that the good faith be honored by taking down or updating the site.

October 12, 2014

Cubs for Coping

I voted!

Nicole Javorsky has been nominated for  unite4:good's program called the 4:inspiration project. We are hoping to spread out word in the community for people to vote for her, so Cubs for Coping can get more funding and she could receive a trip to the 2015 unite4:humanity awards in Los Angeles on February 19, 2015. 

You can vote each and every day at the link below for the month of October. 

About  unite4:good:
unite4:good is a groundbreaking, new movement to inspire and empower positive, global change through acts of kindness. By creating new programs and uniting individuals and organizations in innovative ways, we are igniting positive and lasting change on a global scale. unite4:good is encouraging everyone to inspire, empower, share, and love.
More information about Cubs for Coping:
Cubs for Coping provides hospitals, homeless shelters and eating disorder programs with handmade teddy bears to spread hope. Young people already have a lot to handle. Children and teens who face hospitalization, homelessness or eating disorders have additional stress to deal with. Nicole started Cubs for Coping to remind young people facing tough times that they are not alone. she knew firsthand how difficult it can be to stay in the hospital for an extended period of time, or any length of time at all. At age 14 when Nicole was hospitalized for an eating disorder, she realized that being in the hospital was even lonelier and stressful than she had imagined. Through Cubs for Coping, Nicole is working to alleviate the challenge of helping young people feel more comfortable during times of need. Personalized items remind people that others care about them. Research studies have also found that teddy bears can promote positive feelings and help mitigate stress. We support the work of programs for youth in homeless shelters and the child life programs in hospitals by donating the handmade teddy bears. So far Cubs for Coping has donated 145 handmade bears!

October 9, 2014

Patients direct

www.gofundme.com/d500a0
Pam
I have a policy of not advising eating disorder patients. I do not correspond with patients, as a rule, because I do not want to hold myself out as some sort of expert or to offer support that is empty. I believe deeply that eating disorder sufferers need and deserve support on the ground and that I should never interpose myself into that equation.

Still, although all I am is a mother and that is all I can speak to, I hear from a lot of patients. It is an artificial boundary, really, on the Internet. I hear from and about sufferers all the time. I want to mother them all. I want to surround each individual person with the support team that I believe will help them: hold a line against ED, provide access to appropriate medical monitoring, counseling, and provide caring and compassionate companionship.

I believe in full recovery. For every single patient. I reject the concept of "chronic" sufferers because I believe society and treatment has failed them and not the other way around. If someone is suffering long term from an eating disorder I blame our legal and ethical systems, our societal ignorance about mental illness, poor clinical training, the glacial speed of data to practice, short-term thinking on the part of funders, and tragic lack of connection within families. I blame the nature of ED. I do not ever blame patients for their state and I challenge anyone to justify letting people suffer without the appropriate care we all know can be available to all.

Yet people do suffer. Often alone and isolated. I care about all of them, but what about each one? The need is so great and the obstacles so many: I don't have money to offer, or a bed in my home, or a direct line to Oprah or Bill Gates.

So when one of those sufferers reaches out to me, it touches me. I know that I may be the only human being who is at that moment listening, if impotently. I always believe that if only I could mobilize the help on the ground... I often do not know exactly where this person is, or whether they would even open their hearts to me if ED knew that I really was next door or at the door. I end up working at the big picture: laws and systems and societal change.

Yet, every once in a while I break my rules. Rarely, and with no particular fairness to it because there really can't be. I am just a mom at a laptop. No one deserves help more than another. I am powerless to help, and yet I care.

Yesterday I was asked very humbly by a Canadian woman named Pam to give her any bit of my time. She's suffering from an eating disorder and a terrible burn injury. She is isolated and in pain and suffering but what she wants to do is help people. She wants to recover and work toward fire safety and eating disorders awareness. She has chosen a treatment option she wants to pursue. She has put herself out there and asked the world for help.

She is willing to engage in a research study, be in the media for access to care, to find a way. Her health is deteriorating.

We cannot, as individuals, help everyone. But we can each do a little bit for someone. We can show that individual human being we care or we can turn away.

"That fire didn't kill me," Pam says. "And I don't want anorexia to either."

October 8, 2014

Unafraid of food, and food puns!


When I first started to learn about eating disorders, like, really learn about them outside of "very special Afterschool TV dramas," I was horrified. The books were dark, chilly and dark. Harrowing. Even those who did survive were horribly damaged and suffered longterm trauma and medical consequences. Recovery seemed only barely better than the alternative.

The narrative we read was of victims who survived, barely, and the causes seemed so deep and dark that the eating disorder seemed only an example of the challenges suffered and vanquished.

There's a new narrative now, and more and more recovered folks are getting out there to share it. Marina Abdel Malak tells one of those narratives. She joins people like Carrie Arnold and June Alexander who incorporate the newer science into their very real stories. They don't sugar coat, and they expose ED for the monster it is. Abdel Malak joins Jenni Schaefer in making that story filled with humor, too.

And Marina, well, she loves a pun. She does food puns like no other. She is the reigning queen of food puns! She's worse than my uncle and father when they're on one of those pun riffs that won't end. She refuses to let us languish in the hard parts because she is focused on recovery. On celebrating family and food and the joy that is the reason we all shoot for FULL recovery and not the half life of "almost."

I've been proud to encourage Marina along the way and was delighted to hold her book in my hands. As you can see, it is as sunny as she is, but also real. ED tries to make life dark, but recovered people show us the lightness, even the humor.

Brava, Marina, and may the book reach people with the message that you and I believe in: full recovery, evidence-based treatment planning, food, and family!

October 1, 2014

Capitol Hill #marchagainsted #edclobbyday

Look, mom! What a view!!
I was honored to represent F.E.A.S.T. yesterday at the US Capital during the MOM March convened by MAED, the on-fire Facebook group that is galvanizing Moms (and others) on the Hill this morning. My remarks, delivered in the Washington sun to a really remarkable group of people, are below.

In a world where virtual and on site advocacy meld, the event was Instagrammed and tweeted in real time and a very cool virtual march attendance gathered by Leah Dean at F.E.A.S.T. HQ that gathered families from all over the world in real time as well.

Now, today, the Eating Disorders Coalition and the Alliance for Eating Disorders and MAED are collaborating again to train and mobilize citizens to lobby for the FREED Act and eating disorders awareness all over the Capital. If you are reading this you are probably not there and so, like me, can participate in VIRTUAL LOBBY DAY.

If you think your participation won't matter, you're wrong. If you have ever thought "why don't people know about and care about eating disorders" then you must know that whether you lend a hand when you can is the reason. If it doesn't matter to US when the opportunity arrives to raise your hand why should it to policymakers and the public and journalists?

The ghost of Parents Future
September 30, 2014
Laura Collins Lyster-Mensh

I am today the ghost of parents past.

Guilt-ridden, hidden, and contrite. We listened in terror but were afraid to speak. Ours was a March of worried deference. We heard that our beloved children were damaged irrevocably, that we had failed to protect them or even that we were the perpetrators of unspeakable and un-parental crimes. We went from seer to seer, promise to promise, cure to promised cure. We grabbed at hope, clawed at one another, always willing to do one more thing, one more promise.

We hid our names, covered our shame, accepted our penance.

We were left out of the room, sent away from the table, set to tasks that kept us at an arm’s length and still, we were grateful. We were hopeful even without a plan. We were willing without a role. Until there was no more hope, often, or, exhausted we watched our children recover from a distance.

Over time, over MY short ten years down this rabbit hole, more parents awakened to a newer view. Sometimes invited and sometimes protesting, we were told we need not hide and should not sit back.

We learned about not only hope, but the specific hope that OUR role as parents makes possible. More of us began to join the treatment team, join advocacy, to take our place in supporting our loved ones toward recovery, to healing our families, to sharing information and science and support – openly, joyfully, with optimism and even, at times, humor.

This is an awakening that happened and inspired us from other parent circles. MADD, NAMI, autism circles, many areas of child health have been revolutionized by parents who took their place not just in the examining room but in board rooms and here, in Washington.

Many years ago, when I was still just an individual mom on an unwelcomed mission to change how parents were viewed in eating disorder treatment, I had the opportunity to interview Dr. Thomas Insel, the head of the NIMH and arguably the top psychiatric expert in the world. He told me that eating disorder research and eating disorder treatment would not progress unless and until parents stood up and took their place to make it happen.

That was when I and others gathered the loose coalition of parents out there and created the first international organization of parents of eating disorder patients – many of you here were there and helped make that happen. F.E.A.S.T. was the result: a vibrant network of many thousands of families around the world acting in their homes and in their communities and countries to share evidence-based information and support.

I am the ghost of parents now.

Only a ghost, as I have retired from my ten years of rabble-rousing and turned over the advocacy to the next generation of parents. These parents use their real names. They get things done. They carry pictures of their loved ones with pride and admiration, with optimism and without pity. They expect and sometimes demand change and accountability. They carry the banner of science, not contrition. They are vocal, and their emotions are those of any parent faced with serious illness in a son or daughter. They take their place with other advocates, other movements, other marches, and they do so collaboratively and looking to the future and not the past.

I am the ghost of parents future.

Some will remember this day, here, where we are. Some will count it as the day that defined a new era. Some will mark it as the day they set a course – in their own home and in our nation’s home – for genuine and lasting change.

In the future, too, will be countless families who, because of what you do now and tomorrow in the halls of Congress, who will not remember this day. They will never know who had to show up and speak up to make sure that their loved one lives in a country where an eating disorder is recognized early, treated appropriately, and the family and community are supports and not frightened bystanders. They may have the luxury of never suffering the isolation, the confusion, the self-doubt, and the family-dissolving potential of an eating disorder diagnosis.


They may not ever know, but we do, we will, and we will not rest without that future assured.