Recovery Cannot Be Halfway
Having struggled with both severe anxiety
and an eating disorder for over half my life; I don't know how I found the
courage to embark on such a journey to seek treatment - but when I did, it was
even more of a challenge to find the right help to recover.
After waiting six months to hear from the
hospital about my referral , I was directed to attend a weekly group meeting to
prepare for the intensive three stage eating disorder program. This meant I needed
to either commute 4 hours by public transit or have my
father drive me part way. It was
recommended that I relocate to the city so I could take part in the outpatient
portion of the program which was to be completed after two months of inpatient
treatment.
A month before my admission I packed up my
apartment, left my 15 year old cat with a friend, and with a mixture of great
anticipation and anxiety, left the home I had lived in for seven years. I was
leaving the security of the comfortable turmoil I was accustomed to – to living
with the possibility of a new positive and productive life.
Being ill for so many years I have never
really been able to live a “normal life”, finish school or hold down a full
time job, having to be supported by disability payments.
The financial burden associated with the
treatment program was high. I had to pay for housing and storage of my
possessions during the inpatient portion of the program so I would have a place
to live during the intensive day treatment portion. This was in addition to the
costs of transportation and the additional food costs that were mandatory for
the program.
The inpatient program was located inside
the psychiatric unit and had only 4 beds.
In total the group of approximately 14 patients and two staff were
literally squished around two big tables at meal times. It was difficult to eat
without bumping elbows. Group rooms were located outside of the unit so we
would be paraded out into the mental health outpatient waiting room and down
the hall several times a day.
I am very grateful to have had the opportunity;
however, due to the narrow scope of the treatment modality, other comorbid
health concerns which could impact the success of treatment were not adequately
managed. Like me, many people with eating disorders struggle with other mental health conditions, (e.g.:
anxiety, depression, OCD, etc…). If programs focus solely on eating disorder
treatment and fail to properly support the person as a whole, this leads to
greater chance of relapse. Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened to me. I started to slip even before I left the
program.
Three years later I am again looking for
treatment and am extremely frustrated with the very limited options there are in
Ontario. It would be beneficial to have
residential treatment in Ontario that is publicly funded - a place conducive to
repairing the holistic health of each individual person. Just because we are
diagnosed with the same disorder does not mean we are carbon copies of each
other.
There is not enough help within our
communities. Currently, people are forced to put their lives on hold in order
to receive treatment, waiting until they are deemed sick enough, or not getting
any help at all. We need to stop ignoring eating disorders in Canada. This is a growing problem that must cost the
government a fortune with the revolving door of emergency visits, disability
payments and no end in sight!
There are so many Canadians who have so
much to give the world but are being held captive by the most powerful of forces, their own brains.
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