Lots to think about here. I am weird about food, too and also struggle to manage eating in a healthy way. It's just starting to dawn on me that it could be connected to my autism diagnosis, partly through work like yours that considers this. I hate having to stop eating! It feels embarrassing to admit this. So thanks for taking that step for me 😊
I often eat salads so that I can just keep on eating for a longer time. And I too have the disappointment with the actual meal. And yet the incredibly short memory about that preceding the meal.
Lionel Shriver wrote about this in a novel I loved, called Big Brother. The protagonist's bro has a food addiction and is eating himself to death, while she tries to support and understand him. It felt like a powerful portrayal of addiction when I read it tho I had less awareness of addiction then and was far from getting sober myself. I related to her brother though. And to her. To the powerlessness. And the way that the out of control behaviour is a way of coping in the world. That it makes sense, in a way, and has a terrible kind of logic to it.
Yes, much to think about here. So my eating situation could be about sensory sensitivity. And about self-soothing. Because when I eat, as when I drink alcohol, I can stop time. And I can relax. My sweet brain gives me a break from all the thoughts about the past and the future and the meaning of life and how to live best and the injustices and the dying planet etc etc.
Sometimes I think of going to the 12 step food group. I've seen friends have life changing experiences there. But as usual, I feel my problem isn't 'bad enough'.
Lots to think about here. I am weird about food, too and also struggle to manage eating in a healthy way. It's just starting to dawn on me that it could be connected to my autism diagnosis, partly through work like yours that considers this. I hate having to stop eating! It feels embarrassing to admit this. So thanks for taking that step for me 😊
I often eat salads so that I can just keep on eating for a longer time. And I too have the disappointment with the actual meal. And yet the incredibly short memory about that preceding the meal.
Lionel Shriver wrote about this in a novel I loved, called Big Brother. The protagonist's bro has a food addiction and is eating himself to death, while she tries to support and understand him. It felt like a powerful portrayal of addiction when I read it tho I had less awareness of addiction then and was far from getting sober myself. I related to her brother though. And to her. To the powerlessness. And the way that the out of control behaviour is a way of coping in the world. That it makes sense, in a way, and has a terrible kind of logic to it.
Yes, much to think about here. So my eating situation could be about sensory sensitivity. And about self-soothing. Because when I eat, as when I drink alcohol, I can stop time. And I can relax. My sweet brain gives me a break from all the thoughts about the past and the future and the meaning of life and how to live best and the injustices and the dying planet etc etc.
Sometimes I think of going to the 12 step food group. I've seen friends have life changing experiences there. But as usual, I feel my problem isn't 'bad enough'.
Anywho, thanks as ever!