Many of you expressed surprise that Social Butterfly's program is so intense--6 days a week. I admit that when I first thought of a program, I was picturing a couple of nights a week for 4 hours a night. But this? Makes so much more sense. These kids cannot get better until they eat and the only way they'll eat is to be made to--by wonderful therapists and stalwart parents. And believe me, the stalwart parents are thankful to have the professionals to work with as a team. It wasn't always this way and if you want to read an excellent memoir from the pioneering days of Maudsley/Family Based Therapy treatment, pick up Brave Girl Eating by Harriet Brown.
Words I've heard used to describe Social Butterfly's first week in the program: Amazing, fantastic, excellent.
I agree with all of them.
I also agree with the lack of inclusion of "easy." There were some difficult meals, some fairly easy meals and then there was a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad meal. Things were thrown, curse words were spewed. But . . . food was also eaten. Yep, that goes in the win column.
I believe that Friday night was so bad because the ED senses it's losing and it is was fighting back like a cornered feral cat.
On Saturday, we both reset at family day. As I said to SB, "Can you believe we've only known these people one week?" We are all soliders fighting a similar enemy and we are bonded in fear, hope and feeding.
We went shopping after Program and I bought her a couple of skirts; she wants to refresh her wardrobe, but is reluctant to buy pants because growing out of them will be traumatic, but something she must do to get healthy. She looks stunning in the maxi skirts that are so popular now; she has one gray and navy striped one and I got her two new skirts, simple black, and a pleated peach crepe. They're perfect.
The best thing that happened this weekend is that Social Butterfly and Peanut went on a hike at a nearby state park. Peanut has been the most amazing friend a girl could have through all of this and now that SB is coming out of the social withdrawal that characterizes ED, I get to have her around the house again; SB and I have both missed her immensely.
Undoubtedly, we will face more bumps in the road before we get to the highway marked "recovered," but I don't doubt for a moment we will make it there.
Thank's so much to everyone for reading and commenting and the outpouring of support. It does help.
The daily doodle, SB's own art therapy.