So bulimia nervosa?
You may think me cruel for introducing you to this demon.
I am committed to a factual account of why my daughter became an addict.
I did not know whether bulimia was an important factor. I did not know whether an eating disorder was a common thread for alcoholics. Bella appeared well, the condition did not hurt me or cause me pain.
Foolishly I ignored the force of bulimia–for I know now that young women with bulimia nervosa are greater risk of substance abuse. Betraying confidences: I have her blessing. For all the pain she has sent my way, I do merit her with having a generous spirit.
We shall not turn this communication into a debate. Nor shall I delve into the world of eating disorders. I can only show how discovering this trait affected me. Show you through my eyes, tell you what happened back then. We compromised: I gave her salads, with added protein.
She was not stick thin. She did not look gaunt.
My daughter was preparing for deception and told me bulimia was no longer a problem. I believed her.
I will say she did have greedy episodes – but then don’t we all?
One last comment before leaving the topic of bulimia: in her demise she accused the abuse of food to be responsible for her wayward spending. I never believed that to be so.
We knew the culprit for expense, it came out of a bottle, not a cake wrapper.