Extracts follow from
client and family writing, with permission of the writer……names
have been changed to protect confidentiality.
“ Your care and professionalism
are a very “rare commodity”….”
“I cannot believe the change I have seen in xxx while
in your care.”
“ I am writing this to you as a very different person
from the one who met you 3 months ago. It is as though a fog
has lifted
and I can now glimpse the future. This future is hopeful and
fulfilling ……I now believe that I can recover….”
“ I want for the first time in many years to just be how
I am at that moment in time and not how others expect me to
be….”
“It is time to take hold of my life and become the woman
I am and like and accept me and you have helped me do that……..now
recovery can come.”
“…with many thanks for your faith in me when I had none.”
"…I am welcomed gently and my soul begins to breathe…thank you
for this gift…I had allowed my spirit to fade…”
“I for one will be eternally grateful for teaching me how to breathe again.
Thank you beyond words…”
“Your passion and dedication lives on. I am eternally grateful and I will
succeed!”
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Extracts
follow from client and family writing, with permission of the
writer……names
have been changed to protect confidentiality.
Letter to my Father:
“… Dad, I miss US so much and I hate that………..it
would mean the world to me if you came and saw that my body and soul have become
so tarnished
by these demons that I wake up every morning hating who I’ve become. I’m
tired of this new me and I want to bring the old Sophie home. And she will come
home but she needs you to hold her hand….”
A father to his daughter:
“ Your bog body ancient corpse like look, stares out at me from a hospital
bed. You said you would never get here. But demon Claire (anorexia) took you
gently into her waters, balmed you with her soft touches, changed the mirrors
in your room.
Your neediness embraced her, magical illusions captured you.
and still you strive to please her mastery. It’s hard for me to look and
think of you as beautiful your voice is but
a whisper
your song note choked never to take flight and sing again……………..
I too am alone and drifting, looking at your ribs with canvas skin carving their
shapes into my eyes…………
Funny how we never saw Claire beside us hunting after you
If we had I am sure we would have swum a hell of a lot faster.
At a later date, when recovery is imminent
"You are comfortable in your role you get inside the words,
words more experienced than many your age,
but you have come through a difficult time
reached deep within yourself to rescue a spirit almost lost………………….
………… ..You have travelled some journey
I am bursting with pride on how you clawed yourself up the cliff.
Tomorrow we will swim together, play like otters in the warm salt seas…………”
Written by a client as she describes why it is so difficult to lose weight:
“Beautiful Buxom Boteccelli.
With Bacchus for company she fills her table
- edible orgasms, sweet to mouth, sweet to touch.
A warm glass of something special in her palm,
And soft fruits
- say that again -
soft fruits, linger in the mouth.
No. Make it personal. The mouth is hers.
Cherries redder than red, plums painstakingly picked………………..
……… She loves to wash them. So careful and attentive is she.
Running water over soft mounds of purple hue
Miracles from our maker…………………….
Look later.
The table’s laid and laden luscious with love.
“ Choice of cream or custard?”
“ I’ll have a bit of both” says the great provider to herself.”
From a wife and mother:
“… .as a wife and mother, I’m used to being the one in charge……giving
up that control has been so difficult……..”“….without
this honesty we wouldn’t be able to get to the root of the issue. I never
before appreciated how important that is, and when I find out who I am, then
I can have a better relationship with those close to me.”
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