I am over 200 lbs but under 300 (thank god). And I'm a older teen. I have strungled with over exercising since middle school. It go worst in high school when I lived on the west coast and everyone pressured me to be fit. Then sophmore year, in December, I got really into it, a handful of lettuce for lunch, half hour exercise in the morning, 4 mile running in gym class, and two hours of exercising very late at night. Then on my b-day(!), I got stomach pain and final April 5th 2005 I got my gallbladder out. Junior year I started at a new school in the southern east coast and had a hard time fitting in at a mostly black school (I'm white) and was sexually harassed by another student ( he ask me to have sex and give him blow jobs, then tried to physically force me too!!!) and I was very stressed with three honors classes and the lead in the school play. This cause me to have pain again and develop upper-ibs. I vomit every day now and am on lots of meds. I had to drop out of school and am now taking three missed class online to make up.

Throughout this whole time I struggled with food. For a while nothing stayed down so I would go weeks on half a bagel. Then things would stay down so I would binge on all the food I missed. Next I figure out that if I ate certain foods or large amounts I would natural vomit (before this sometimes I would vomit for hour so I learned to stick my fingers down my throat to get it to go faster).

I was at my physical worst in december the weeks of Christmas, New Years, and my b-day. I was pale, could not sleep, couldn't eat, hard wierd vision, lost 66 pounds since my over 300 lb weight during my summer bingea nd purge fest when I was recovering form my gallbladder surgery, and my hair was falling out. My dad decided to put me double doses of vitmanins and a vitman d pill, because he saw I looked healthy during the summer between sophmore and junior year (I really b/p-ed all the time but no one knew). I b/p-ed for a week and then went ana again and stayed that way until July. The week before the forth I had to eat because I was at a theatre camp and I didn't want any one to find out (even my therapist). Then I started bingeing, then laxatives, then b/p, and now I'm half b/p and half ana. My therapist found out and since I'm not visually that ana or b/p (I didn't tell her how bad it really is for me), so she just said and I agreed, that I needed help, she said I shouldn't go to a clinic or see a specialist I should try celebrate recovery and maybe find a support group.

I guess I'm pleding for help and advice on what to do to get better. Like what did you do and how did it work, or do you have any suggestion for me?

Has anyone had an ed after a trauma (moving, sexually harassment) or a major health issue (like gallbladder failing or ibs)?

Is there a group I could met with (online or in person) for support?

Should I seek medical help ie a hospital, clinic, or maybe just more therapy and a nutrutionist?

Please, please, please respond with anything you think may help.

Love to all those suffering too,

acutee2

Hello: I really empathize with the overwhelming transitions (physical) at your age. I gained a LOT of weight my first year of college for similar reasons - I was from the south and went to a small private school up north - but i had previously gained my senior year of highschool, dropping the weight very quickly though (for prom). I was considered suicidal, and from what people say of EDs today, (there are many websites, please do a search since we are not allowed to post but there is one especially called 'fishies' or something - and they even advertise a Harvard medical eating disorder clinic - some people espouse that these online groups are only superficial help, and still leave a person isolated. Also there is the Overeaters Anonymous. with Many variations many more than when i first went to OA over 20 years ago - now they have bulimia, anorexia, etc...all of which i have been classified under...plus being hospitalized at around 220 pds in a psych/eating disorder ward in my hometown - i was lucky and unlucky b/e my mother who was central to my problem, her boss was my group therapist, etc...her first boss was my psychiatrist at another hospital. It made finding an independent voice difficult...My hope is that your family, even if forced to be supportive, supports you and that you do not have to go so far out on the brink that you are critically in danger of losing your health permanently. There is so much recovery *I don't think it is like food, expendable.... Good luck.