tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post5960232838733632065..comments2023-10-31T04:07:31.317-06:00Comments on Blogxygen: The Don’ts of ED Professionalsbriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11495165592860741098noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-40071657050175679942008-07-02T16:51:00.000-06:002008-07-02T16:51:00.000-06:00geez...some of these stories make me cringe... I h...geez...some of these stories make me cringe... I had a dietician (post center) and asked me to write down what I ate. I brought in my list and she would be like:<BR/><BR/>"You had a cookie on thursday? Why did you do that? You could have had a serving of whole grain brown rice. Why not eat your servings of carrots like I suggested last week? Cookies are junk food. I am very disappointed in you Keely." <BR/><BR/>No joke.<BR/><BR/>The worst thing is that she is a *great* ED dietician in Salt Lake and came highly recommended...HA! Doesn't beleive in intuitive eating -more like the organic health freak diet with no room for cookies... <BR/><BR/>I told her I was hungry after my meal (I was on maintain) and she said, well don't have a cookie! How do you feel about carrot sticks!!!! HAH HA HAHAHAHAH! I turned orange a few years back from eating so many of those. How do you think I "feel" about them, you idiot?<BR/><BR/>On a side note, I know family members mean well but my mom came for family therapy and grabbed the back of my upper arm and squeezed it and said "ooh, this feels nice. you're eating again! " Not cool right now. not cool...Keelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468076434968691018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-80157596933696566312008-07-02T13:59:00.000-06:002008-07-02T13:59:00.000-06:00Wise advice. :)Wise advice. :)Flightyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06120501469108768708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-62834990826206503692008-06-28T11:57:00.000-06:002008-06-28T11:57:00.000-06:00mrrrmmm. That's me being all not sure what to say...mrrrmmm. That's me being all not sure what to say. <BR/><BR/>When I was a care tech (look, I have revealed my secret identity a little) I was SOOO scared of saying the wrong thing that I'm sure I said the wrong thing sometimes. I sure hope i wasn't the one who offended... if I was I am truly sorry. <BR/><BR/>Good vent. maybe someday you'll be in a position to give some girl just the help she really needs. This ED business is becoming more and more prevalent... I think people need help from those who know how to help.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-9473358363323007662008-06-28T05:15:00.000-06:002008-06-28T05:15:00.000-06:00Love it!!I almost got fired once for my weight. P...Love it!!<BR/><BR/>I almost got fired once for my weight. Please, I wasn't even underweight. Well, according to my T's "Charts" I was, but by like 5 pounds. Pah-leez!PTChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05377666179155825301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-82908488332783387732008-06-27T21:56:00.000-06:002008-06-27T21:56:00.000-06:00Ang, I read the "I hate Chucka" comment and knew i...Ang, I read the "I hate Chucka" comment and knew it had to be an imposter, lol! No one loves a cheap buffet more than my twin bro...Thanks for giving me a laugh.<BR/><BR/>Love you both.briehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11495165592860741098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-43901611902315367492008-06-27T21:03:00.000-06:002008-06-27T21:03:00.000-06:00Very well said. I also think it's not a great ide...Very well said. I also think it's not a great idea for a therapist to tell their suicidal patient: "You'd be better off dead. You should kill yourself". Thanks so much for your permission! I tried to take his advice a week later. Grrr, it makes me angry just thinking about it!<BR/><BR/>I HATE chuckarama. Why do they take ED girls there? Not only do you have to eat all this greasy food, you have to eat food that has nasty flies jumping all over it, mating and laying eggs in it. Yuck.Paigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13690508695132958446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-1753385677582099482008-06-27T20:03:00.000-06:002008-06-27T20:03:00.000-06:00Just kidding. This is angela. Brett wants to mar...Just kidding. This is angela. Brett wants to marry chucka because he loves it so much. I hereby swear never to impersonate brett again.Bretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09618473208424377686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-24340723469094008412008-06-27T19:59:00.000-06:002008-06-27T19:59:00.000-06:00this is brett. I HATE CHUCKAthis is brett. I HATE CHUCKABretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09618473208424377686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-55278457729113718442008-06-27T16:32:00.000-06:002008-06-27T16:32:00.000-06:00A D that weighs you and lets you see your weight. ...A D that weighs you and lets you see your weight. That didn't last.<BR/><BR/>this one was annoying more as an IP at CFC. My D didn't put me on weight gain cause I was at low end of normal when I got to CFC. their normal eating program made me lose weight (so doesn't that mean you are finding your set point?) well losing when in IP is a no no so even tho I wasn't underweight I was put on weight gain. DUH bulimics and EDNOS are usually somewhere close to normal and don't normally have to gain but they did it just because.???<BR/><BR/>Fortunately most of the things I endured while IP at CFC were warranted and my extern T (she was still in school)was really good. <BR/><BR/>Brie I really hope you can get through this without having to deal with more jacked up profs.Stacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029805874000276334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-87521322004787167212008-06-27T15:51:00.000-06:002008-06-27T15:51:00.000-06:00Thank you! Yeah, there's something funky about Bl...Thank you! <BR/><BR/>Yeah, there's something funky about Blogger and the way it interacts with Wordpress user names. (Actually, it's probably entirely user error on my part - but I prefer to believe otherwise! Ha!)<BR/><BR/>(My name is Marste, btw - it doesn't link through if I leave comments with it, so . . . meh.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-54387452071533992192008-06-27T15:01:00.000-06:002008-06-27T15:01:00.000-06:00Hi, of course I don't mind if you link to my blog....Hi, of course I don't mind if you link to my blog. When I check my comments through email, it doesn't give a link on your username - so I didn't think you had a blog, but lo and behold - you do! I'll go check it now...briehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11495165592860741098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-34552947991351322292008-06-27T14:02:00.000-06:002008-06-27T14:02:00.000-06:00Hey, I'd like to link to your blog, but I wanted t...Hey, I'd like to link to your blog, but I wanted to check with you first since the subject matter is sensitive. Will you let me know if that's ok?<BR/><BR/>Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-84945589799967146822008-06-27T11:13:00.000-06:002008-06-27T11:13:00.000-06:00What horrific stories! Luckily, I don't have any. ...What horrific stories! Luckily, I don't have any. I'm sorry these so-called professionals have said such horrible things to you girls. How are these ED specialists?! Geez.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-29340909107068114242008-06-27T09:18:00.000-06:002008-06-27T09:18:00.000-06:00I'm glad that you're back Brie. I missed you!I ho...I'm glad that you're back Brie. I missed you!<BR/><BR/>I hope that you feel better soon.<BR/><BR/>Don't forget about the positives in your life. That always helps me to balance out my thoughts.<BR/><BR/>Take care, Brie! Love ya, girly!<BR/><BR/>PS: Thanks for commenting on my blog. I really appreciate it. :)kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18268548015072137304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-13061418493920183772008-06-27T08:39:00.000-06:002008-06-27T08:39:00.000-06:00Oh, and Nanners? The poop thing. Well. Ahem. I...Oh, and Nanners? The poop thing. Well. Ahem. In IP, lots of girls are bulimic or ED NOS or whatever. Or anorexic and want to throw up. You know. So, the care-techs leave the door open a crack while you do your thing, then you have to open the door to let them in BEFORE you turn on the sink to wash your hands, because you could quickly throw up in the sink and wash it down, (this is what I was told. I don't purge, but apparently it's happened) so then they have to come in and more or less look at your business and flush it to make sure you didn't purge. After all meals and snacks, you have to wait 1/2 hour to even use the bathroom, it's not allowed before then. It's so embarrassing at first, but you know what? You get so used to it you don't even notice it anymore. In fact, I remember going on a weekend pass home, and my hubby would always walk into the bathroom and make me come back in and flush - I'd completely forgotten because usually people do it for me, lol. That happens to girls a lot, apparently!briehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11495165592860741098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-14306541077772125162008-06-27T08:34:00.000-06:002008-06-27T08:34:00.000-06:00Woah. Some of these things you commenters are tel...Woah. Some of these things you commenters are telling me that your ED professionals did to you are ASTOUNDING. Rachel...I...wow. No words. That psychiatrist was sick, dude.briehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11495165592860741098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-80668409405556752202008-06-27T07:58:00.000-06:002008-06-27T07:58:00.000-06:00This is a great post. Unfortunately, I have so ma...This is a great post. Unfortunately, I have so many things I could add to this list. I've seen some real flakes in my day, too, the most heinous of which was the psychiatrist who, after listening to me describe my eating disorder in full, told me I still had weight to lose. Where do these people get their degrees at anyway?Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06442545891223505489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-31687298492718436982008-06-27T00:19:00.000-06:002008-06-27T00:19:00.000-06:00oh! if only more people in the field payed attenti...oh! if only more people in the field payed attention to important things. It baffles me sometimes why they even go into this stuff if they don't know how to behave coreectly.elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-37347220286671185382008-06-27T00:00:00.000-06:002008-06-27T00:00:00.000-06:00Brie, I have so much I could add, but I am in enou...Brie, <BR/>I have so much I could add, but I am in enough of a bad place that I don't want any more reasons to quit therapy so I will avoid the list I could make to add. Anyhow I love the post, I hope it didn't bring you down too much.<BR/><BR/>Hugs...miss you.Tanyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06084952714538268150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-83095111149963021472008-06-26T22:34:00.000-06:002008-06-26T22:34:00.000-06:00Thanks for the VM Brie. Yes, Saturday works. E-mai...Thanks for the VM Brie. Yes, Saturday works. E-mail me or call with the when and where - iced chai tea sounds delish :) Love ya!!Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16853384454397610125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-66929734812665112102008-06-26T21:18:00.000-06:002008-06-26T21:18:00.000-06:00Loves it, and it is so true. In a way...kinda a g...Loves it, and it is so true. In a way...kinda a guilty way I will say this...I believe that the "PROs" who are suppose to teach us to not be so manipulative are just as manipulative as we are. Kinda frustrating to be honest.alriggellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07553937800829609050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-13372591720210331502008-06-26T21:13:00.000-06:002008-06-26T21:13:00.000-06:00Brie, Brie--I loves it! I loves, loves, loves it!I...Brie, Brie--I loves it! I loves, loves, loves it!<BR/><BR/>I'm always hoping that things couldn't get any worse than whatever I've experienced or heard about last... but things always get worse. The thing about the dietitian saying how thin she was--that's bizarre. When you got into the restaurant, did you throw diet Coke on here or anything like that? I would hope so.<BR/><BR/>Oh, I just had an idea! (Don't take me too seriously, though.) We could make dietitian voodoo dolls... but instead of sticking pins into them, we could stick feeding tubes into them! Serves them right, eh?<BR/><BR/>(And... I've been working on a blog post that deals with things mental health professionals have done right... and wrong. But I don't want to infringe on your rights to your idea since you got to the Things Not To Do first... am I okay?)Abbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08006869065347995309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-57039598354884373132008-06-26T18:20:00.000-06:002008-06-26T18:20:00.000-06:00I have to say, I highly value the comment made by ...I have to say, I highly value the comment made by a certain D at the buffet...goodness...<BR/><BR/>Ahhh for the love of the 'professionals'.<BR/><BR/>PS - I'm going to start seeing H - your D. A is leaving so here I am.<BR/><BR/>Don't you love my abbreviations as well? Me too.<BR/><BR/>I miss you terribly lets playDevonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03408284391129735184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-48899532463311542792008-06-26T16:50:00.000-06:002008-06-26T16:50:00.000-06:00Jack! Are you kidding me? I totally text you bac...Jack! Are you kidding me? I totally text you back! Did you get my comment I sent you on your blog about this Saturday? Whaddya think? Oh, and your comment had me laughing! Gum shopping, lol! <BR/><BR/>And...sorry about what your T said. Ugh. So. not. cool.<BR/><BR/>I'll call or text tonight, okay?briehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11495165592860741098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-29862017719774984862008-06-26T16:46:00.000-06:002008-06-26T16:46:00.000-06:00I already see Brie coming back to her blog-errific...I already see Brie coming back to her blog-errific ways. I loved this and you are absolutely right, on every issue!!! <BR/><BR/>I have to tell you (I should text you but you never text or call back!) but my first appointment with my T, she didn't really know what my "eating disorder" was. So she said, "You know, a lot of the time, in order to handle stress, we use food to stuff our feelings." Is that what you are doing? I wanted to scream - I AM ANOREXIC. I KNOW I AM WEARING BAGGY CLOTHES AND AM BLOATED WITH WATER WEIGHT BECAUSE OF MY DAMN MEDS but the last thing I am doing is STUFFING my face. Okay, probably way too much info for your readers.<BR/><BR/>Bottomline, they need a NATIONWIDE course for all "professionals" dealing with patients with eating disorders. The insensitivity is almost shocking at points. <BR/><BR/>Okay, lunch? Dinner? Tea? Coffee? Water? Gum shopping? Mints? Maybe two recovering anorexics can cancel each other's depression out? Who knows. Love ya B.<BR/><BR/>xo JackieJackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16853384454397610125noreply@blogger.com