I love Charlotte Bevan. There she is, in the midst of ShittyIllnessVille, but she has time to post the best and worst of the Internet. Today, whilst at work, an article pops up. C urges people to look at this unkind, unhinged, lethal publication.
At first, I’m like, “What?” The author describes a woman and her secret love affair with throwing up food. I get that. And then, the hand grenade. ALL EATING DISORDERS ARE BECAUSE THE PERSON WAS ABUSED. Oh, Fuck the fuck off I think. Then I see this is published in some reputable journal. No evidence. No scientific grounding. Just some bloke, spouting off, but in a journal with Psychology in the title.
The field of Eating Disorders seems as unregulated as aromatherapy. Any halfwit can come along, set up stall, and if they have a serious enough voice, tell mothers their child is anorexic because they were abused. Or not loved enough. Or starved of attention. Or not allowed to wear the clothes they liked. Or only allowed out on a Wednesday. Or not allowed sweets. Or only allowed to,watch documentaries. Or forced to wear their hair in plaits. Ritually humiliated in Monopoly. Late swimmers. Redheads. Bratz lovers over Barbie. Born in a month with an R in it. Kilt wearers. Crunchie eaters. Left handers. Because let’s face it, if you can talk utter shite about eating disorders, should there be ANY limits? What’s to stop us walking along the street, pointing at people in a wheelchair and saying, “You used the knife in the butter AND the Marmite. That’s why you can’t walk”.
Mental health is as scientific as physical health. As the Stonewall ads go, some people need to get over that