Went to see the local psychiatrist yesterday, as you do. Told me I'm too unwell to go back to uni at all, not even to sort out me leaving. He has arranged a meeting with an eating disorder specialist.
I don't like him.
He was patronizing and just told me a load of stuff I already know. And he too assumed that I eat nothing.
But I suppose he's never met me before, and isn't a specialist.
He the around the word 'anorexia' like it was a toy. It hit me and hurt. He can't use it, nothing has been diagnosed. Yet.
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