Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Hidden Structural Defects

These pieces of information partially explain my fuckedupness.

My mother has struggled with her weight all of her life. My paternal grandfather died when my father was nine years old and his widowed mother physically and emotionally abused him. My mother is a recovering alcoholic. My father might be an alcoholic.

When I was very young, my parents bought a book about sex that was written for children. At the age of six, I knew how a baby was made. My parents were proud of their liberal parenting.

My mother is accomplished. She has two bachelor's degrees and a master's degree and has had three disparate and successful careers.

My father had a Playboy subscription through my teenage years. His ultimate compliment was to tell me I was beautiful. My father is accomplished. He had a master's degree which was later converted to a doctorate, due to the voluminous amount of research he did in pursuit of the degree.

My brother was diagnosed as hyperactive when he was six and I was eight; Mom and Dad got rid of all the sugar in our house.

Despite secretly eating junk food and engaging in vigorous exercise only part of the year (during my sport's season), I was at a healthy weight until I left high school.

Sexual acting out was part of my active alcoholism. Since getting sober, I have gained 70 pounds. This weight allows me to avoid sexual feelings. It allows me to hide. It allows me to eat what I want to eat.

I'm on Facebook and I have nearly 400 friends. Most of them are unaware of my obesity. My old high school friends don't know that I'm a Weight Watcher.

My husband and I have not slept in the same bed for over a year and a half. We haven't had sex for over a year.

Since I got sober in 2005, I've been on five different antidepressants (not all at one time) and one mood stabilizer. I've had four therapists, including one who specialized in eating disorders. Six months ago, I completed a supervised taper off all of the psych meds. I saw a therapist about a month ago and I have no plan to go back.

I'm not having suicidal thoughts.

I feel sad. I feel frustrated with what feels like an inability to accomplish goals I set for myself.

3 thoughts:

dAAve December 29, 2010 at 7:55 PM  

Congrats on your sobriety and also that you are off the medications.

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I'll link to you so that I may return to visit you more often.

Don Carlo December 29, 2010 at 11:05 PM  

Hey I found a "positive" in your list: "No Suicidal Thoughts" Hurray! I am serious, that is a real PLUS!

Now, about the rest of the list, sound like you've had a rough year. At least you are sober, a good place to start. Now, as you know AA, is not to help me GET sober, it is to help me stay sober, and live--as your title "Jubilant" suggests--to live with JOY, No Matter What (NMW!)

I'm going to drop you a note, that would be easier!

PEACE!

Mary LA December 30, 2010 at 2:46 AM  

Oh sweetie, I'm sorry you've had such a tough time. Good to read you posting again, we both sobered up the same year I think.