I’ve mentioned before that ny dad just doesn’t get it. No matter how I try to explain my eating disorder, he just can’t seem to wrap his head around it. Tonight I have, for your viewing pleasure, another example. Here is a conversation I just had with him.
Dad: How much do you use your bike each day?
Me: It varies. Usually between 3 and 6 hours.
Dad: Great job!
Dad: Do me a favor, tomorrow, after you finish on the bike, do an hour for me.
Me: Ok, Dad.
Dad: Haha, yeah right.
Me, in my head: You have no idea.
It’s hard for others to understand what we, those of us affected by mental illness, are going through. For me it makes it all the more important to connect with my peers: my fellow affected.
I know right. It’s like.. Mum, I ran 10km. Her: good job or, is that all? *hugs*
Oh man yeah, my parents say things. My mum likes to make me watch clips of dramas that say smth cliche about life (ups and downs) and about appearances. -_-
I hear you loud and clear! it is just the same for me!! what is it??