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It was the second day of my third hospitalization for anorexia, and I had only picked at the food on my trays until then. No stupid doctors or padded rooms or threats of nasogastric tubes were going to get me to eat. No siree.
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A person with an eating disorder might rationalize eating and weight gain, then, as it being forced upon them by parents and doctors. It makes the anxiety bearable because there really is no way out. My therapist calls this "choice amongst lack of alternatives." Eat at home, eat in the hospital, or eat at a treatment center. Not eating is not a choice.
Fortunately she has people who care enough, and a psychiatrist caring enough to mandate this. As well, she herself knows she has this disorder.
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