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The Chase

How do you describe the mind of someone with an eating disorder?  Jennifer eloquently described the battle within in her online journal.  She wrote this as she slowly sank into despair.  It was written one month prior to her attempt at recovery in a partial hospitalization program and sixteen months prior to successful recovery after residential treatment.

Wednesday February 4, 2004 2:48am 

Claire's Story (Diabulimia)

This is the personal story of a young woman with Type 1 Diabetes AND an eating disorder.  Claire, a friend of our namesake, Moonshadow (Jenn), shares her personal struggle.  Claire lives in Great Britain, and her criticism is directed at that country’s health care system. However, as long as the DSM criteria doesn’t recognize “Diabulimia”, there is no reason to expect a different response anywhere.

I Get So Frustrated (and Why We Will March)

“I get so frustrated with people sometimes. Not for lack of sympathy or love from the people I’m close to, but just because I know that there is a large part of me that they absolutely will never, ever understand.  I want so badly to be understood by the people I love, to make them understand just how bad it was.  Perhaps I thought that if I looked sick enough, or acted out of control enough, someone would finally get it.  Unable to articulate this madness of spirit inside of me, I tried to manifest it, to become it, even.”

The Moonshadow Story

“I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”  This quote from Bansky (a graffiti artist from Bristol, England) was probably intended to show he would “live” forever.  But if you are a parent who has lost a child, these words have a much deeper meaning.

Why Will I March?

On September 30 I will be in Washington, DC and will join others to March Against Eating Disorders.  Honestly, I’m afraid to march.  My Jenn is gone, and carrying a poster with her photo will be extremely difficult.  I know there will be many mothers, fathers, siblings, and friends of others who have died.  Seeing their grief will invariably make me cry for I understand it all too well.  I will also completely understand the feeling of those mothers who have fought, or continue to fight, the battle with their child’s eating disorder.  I have thought long and hard about why I would do this t

Gretchen Died in May

I didn't know Gretchen, but I know that Jenn knew her.  She was, like Jenn, a member of an online support group for those with eating disorders.  I felt the devastating effects of her death as I read the Facebook posts from other members of that same group.  And though I didn't know her, I cried.

Mothers Are Like Oak Trees

In November, we drove from Western New York to Minneapolis to visit relatives for Thanksgiving.  The scenery was the usual dull winter type.  Grass was brown, or covered in snow, and the trees were bare.  As we drove, I noticed that some trees were still clinging to their leaves.  The leaves were brown and dead, or dying, but still these few trees held to them and did not relinquish them to the harshness of winter.  I asked my husband about these special trees and he said they were oaks.  Apparently oaks do not easily part with their leaves.

Jenn's Voice - Her Mother's Words

What do I know about eating disorders?  Why do I think that I’m competent to blog about eating disorders?  Good questions.  I have no personal knowledge of eating disorders.  It’s a disease that has not taken control of my mind, my every waking thought.  My daughter had an eating disorder.  When it began at age 13, we travelled the path to recovery with her.  Innocently, we thought her weekly therapist visits and our occasional sessions as a family had rid her of the problem within a year.  But, that was not to be.

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