The Elephant in the Room this Holiday Season

I’m writing this right at the end of the holiday season, but this topic featured quite prominently in my experiences over the festive period, and I’m hoping others may be able to relate on some level.

So, the elephant in the room – the subject or issue that often stares people in the face in social situations yet remains unspoken as there is unease and discomfort attached to it.  Its presence overt nonetheless and shared through awkward silences, averted gazes and strained smiles.

The example that always comes to mind that for me best describes the elephant in the room is from a scenario in which I went to a meal with a group of friends.  When one particular friend arrived at the table and sat down, it was instantly noticeable that her arms were covered in bruises.  Silence fell.  Everyone was most probably thinking along similar lines… OMG what happened to her?  Has she been in a fight?  Has her boyfriend been hitting her?  Thankfully, the silence was quickly broken by one of the bolder of my friends who asked openly about the bruises.  It turned out that she had been paintballing the day before! (Rather her than me!)  We all breathed a sigh of relief.

What I’ve discovered though through recent experiences is the subtle irony of the elephant in the room.  Despite being so obvious and noticeable to the beholders, the issue may not be the one most prevalent or significant to the person concerned.  You might recognise some of the signs that something connected to you is the elephant in the room, but it often is not immediately obvious to you what the issue actually is, adding to the awkwardness.

Unknowingly, I brought an elephant into the room, or rather several rooms, over the holiday season.  My elephant in the room was my weight loss.  I sensed its presence in every concerned look exchanged by friends and family.  It was almost as though I could read their thoughts.  Overheard comments and mumbles confirm it.  When those brave enough to express their concerns but vaguely, skirting around the issue, it confirmed it further.  Sometimes you just wish people would come out and say what they’re thinking because then you might be able to set some of their unspoken thoughts straight and their worries at ease.

Please rest assured that I am not going to go into detail and specifics regarding my weight loss.  It is not my intention to trigger anyone, quite the opposite in fact!

It is around this time of year that you often meet up with people you may not have seen in quite a while – something, for the most part, I look forwards to (if I like the people concerned that is!).  In this context in which you are around others who haven’t seen you in a long time, any changes to your physical appearance that may have occurred suddenly become noticed and brought to the forefront, even if to you those changes are no longer new or important to you.

What I find interesting, or annoying even, is that some people seem to think it’s perfectly acceptable to make personal remarks about someone being ‘skinny’.  Even at a healthy weight, I have always been a slim build, and I remember at work once someone said to me, “You’re so skinny!  Go eat some chocolate or something and stop making everyone else feel bad!”  It wouldn’t be the first time that I’ve been subjected to remarks of that nature.  However, if someone was to say, “You’re getting so chubby.  I’d lay off the chocolates if I were you!” – it would be rightly met with outrage!  Yet as far as I’m concerned both remarks are equivalently awful – both have the potential to make others feel just as uncomfortable.

I’m pleased to say that I have not had to endure such comments this holiday season, but in some ways I wish I had, because at least you know where you are and it is out in the open, rather than having to contend with the awkward silences and concerned gazes.  The most frustrating thing about the unspoken elephant in the room is that sometimes you can sense what people are thinking and it is far from what you know to be the truth.

I feel like I am writing about all this in an arguably, equally frustrating vague and elusive manner.  Put more explicitly, what I discovered this holiday season through my elephant in the room is that the only thing worse than suffering from anorexia is when people think you have relapsed back into anorexia when you haven’t.

I don’t write these words lightly.  I can understand why upon seeing a person who has visibly lost a significant amount of weight in a fairly short space of time, the conclusion that the person may be suffering from an eating disorder may be the first one you come to, especially when it’s known that the person has a history of suffering from an eating disorder.

If you’ve read my previous blog, then you will probably know that I have a long history of anorexia nervosa.  I believe I developed anorexia at the age of 7, way before I had even heard of it, let alone knew what it was.  It is an issue that is deeply rooted in trauma for me.  I certainly don’t consider myself fully recovered by any means, but for the past few years or more I have consistently managed to maintain a much more ‘recovered’ lifestyle and regular routine of eating than ever before, and, as far as I can fathom, also managed to maintain a vaguely healthy weight (I found the best way to manage my eating disorder was not to weigh myself).

I have not fallen away from striving towards a more recovered lifestyle, if anything, I have made significant improvements and strides forwards!  I have questioned myself whether anorexia has crept back in and has drawn me into a state of denial, but I know in my heart that something rather different is happening.  The truth of the matter, as I know it, is that I have unintentionally lost what others seem to be describing as ‘a lot’ of weight over the space of a few months, if that.  Given my past ED struggles, I do have quite distorted body image, and it is not always apparent to me if I’ve lost weight.  However, in recent times, even I have thought that maybe I have, which is saying something!  As I’ve said, the weight loss has been completely unintentional, if anything it has occurred when I’ve been trying harder than ever where food is concerned.

I’m finding it hard to be making repeated references to weight in this post, because as difficult as it may be to believe given what I’ve divulged about my history of anorexia, weight isn’t actually very significant to me.  It was never about the weight.  Surprising to others perhaps, but I have come across many others with anorexia who have said the same.

As far as I’m concerned, it still isn’t about weight.  From my perspective, over the past few months I gradually became aware of a problem – a problem which I never envisaged I’d have to face.  For once I was actually aware and concerned about the problem.  I knew in my heart that this was not my own doing or anorexia’s.  My biggest fear was that no one was going to believe me in light of my history.

Much to my relief though, where it really mattered, I was believed.  For the first time in my life, I had a very open and honest conversation with my (amazing) GP about what I was eating on a daily basis, and how this was actually an improvement on past efforts.  Thankfully, my GP agreed that there was no way that my intake could account for the weight loss – there must be something else going on.  As yet I don’t have any answers – it is one of many things relating to my physical health that is currently being investigated.  Perhaps that’s what adds to the difficulty – I can’t tell people definitively what the problem is as I don’t even know myself.

As I mentioned in my previous post, during the year just gone, I found out that I have PoTS – Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome.  Thanks in large part to my GP who spotted the signs and symptoms of the condition!  PoTS can cause digestive issues, which unfortunately is seemingly the case for me.  It is thought that my recent unintentional weight loss is most probably down to a digestive issue of some description linked to PoTS.  This does seem to fit as it would coincide with the period in which my PoTS symptoms became more severe and consequently more noticeable.

This change of affairs in my life has made me much more thoughtful and aware of other causes of weight loss besides eating disorders.  A few months ago when PoTS became a nameable ‘thing’ in my life, I came across the Youtuber/blogger Chronically Amy, who also suffers from PoTS as well as several other chronic illnesses!  I was shocked to discover that she had experienced verbal abuse from complete strangers when she wore a nasal gastric tube in public.  The hurtful comments she received from members of the public were made from the assumption that she had an eating disorder and that her suffering was self-inflicted – an unjustified and hurtful judgement to make in any case.  The truth of the matter was that she wasn’t suffering from an eating disorder.  She had gastroparesis – a condition in which the stomach and digestive system becomes effectively paralysed and so doesn’t work properly.

Relating back to my experiences during the holiday season, the only way I can attempt to explain it is that it is incredibly frustrating when others falsely perceive you to have fallen back into an illness you have worked so hard to rise out of, and when your truth is that you have been fighting harder than ever despite lack of appetite, persistent nausea and intestinal discomfort.

I’m struggling to ascertain the point I am trying to make.  Would I prefer if people openly and publicly declared their concerns that I may have relapsed back into anorexia?  Definitely not.  On the flip side, would I prefer if people weren’t concerned at all?  Of course not – concern shows they care.  Am I saying that people shouldn’t suspect an eating disorder when faced with someone who is visibly underweight?  I don’t think so.  It’s a logical conclusion that I have made myself, and it is usually made from a place of care and concern.

I think what I want to achieve through sharing all this is to raise awareness about how an issue can be so much more complex than how it may appear on face value.  The first conclusion you come to may not always be the right one.  Perhaps this is my way of bringing my elephant in the room out into the open and maybe, in turn, it will bring it out for others as well.

So that was my elephant in the room this holiday season.  I’d be interested to hear of any you may have encountered, especially if sharing could help.

Lorna ♥

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My christmas card design for this year

Endings and New Beginnings – Welcome to The Life of Lorna

I deliberated a fair bit when deciding on the content of my first blog post.  Originally I was going to go along the lines of reflecting on what has been a very eventful year in The Life of Lorna, but I decided that I’ve spent far too much ruminating over that on other platforms.  Besides, launching this blog was supposed to be fresh start – a new beginning.  What better time to write my first blog post with the new year looming?

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My artwork above probably best encapsulates the journey I’ve been on this year in a way that words can’t fully.  Some of you may have been directed here from my previous anonymous blog – The One Day Seeker – where you can get a bit more of a sense of my background and where I’ve been.  But, for now, let me say that I’m writing this blog from a place in which I’m rising out of a mental health crisis and attempting to rebuild my life again in the face of an onset of chronic illness – PoTS.

With my anonymity now lifted, I instead decided to begin this new venture sharing a bit about me and my hopes for this blog…

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  1. My name is Lorna.  Or at least that’s what most people know me as these days – I like my full name, it’s just a bit long-winded.
  2. I’m 27 years old.  Most people think I look a lot younger.  My parentals’ next door neighbours thought I was only 14, despite the fact that they have previously seen me driving… They’re in their 80s. I suppose everyone must look child-like compared to them!  I don’t act my age the majority of the time.
  3. I refer to my mum and stepdad as ‘parentals’ as obviously one of them is not my parent biologically.  I thought it had quite a nice ring to it?  I coined the term from the PG – Parental Guidance certificate on films – the concept sort of fits…
  4. I did embarrassingly well academically – 11 A*s and 2 A’s at GCSE, 4 A’s at A level and 2 A’s at AS level.  I also have a BA in Theology and Religious Studies and an MA in Religion, Politics and Conflict Resolution.  More importantly, I developed a love for learning that seems to be ceaseless.  I have never taken my education for granted.  I was the first person in my family to go to university.  What most people don’t know though is that I was actually the first female in my family to simply finish secondary school – a number of my extended family are not able to read or write.
  5. I have fur-babies!  I have two very beautiful, loving and fluffy mini lop bunnies who I named Hope and Saoirse (Irish for ‘freedom’).  I named them after the values I aspire to have in my life.  They will be 5 years old this coming spring.  They are very special to me as they have seen me through two hospital admissions for my mental health.  They are my world.
  6. I am diagnosed with DID, CPTSD, a history of Anorexia Nervosa, and have suffered repeated severe depressive episodes.  However, these are just the names given to describe the difficulties I have faced and continue to navigate in my life.  My mental health difficulties and past experiences have shaped me, but I will never let them define me or my future.
  7. I don’t always appear to function as a single person.  I have Dissociative Identity Disorder.  I am made up of a system of seven different parts of me, formed out of traumatic experiences I endured throughout my childhood.  The part writing this blog is the main host adult part of me, who most people know as Lorna.  I will have input from other parts of course though.  I am proud to be diagnosed with DID and am incredibly grateful to every part of me as they helped me to survive and have made me the person I am today.  That’s not to say that life with DID doesn’t have it’s difficulties and challenges.  It certainly makes life interesting!
  8. I’m a black belt in karate!  (This comes as a surprise to most people!).  I practised karate for 13 years.  I competed nationally and internationally at the top level.  Alongside my brother, I coached a national squad of amazing, very talented young people to achieve success on karate competition circuits.  For various reasons, I am no longer as involved in the sport, but it was incredible experience to have, filled with so memories I will take with me.
  9. I have many obsessions.  My most unusual one is probably flooding!  I can’t explain why, but I just love seeing a flooded landscape – I think it’s the destructive element of it and witnessing the power of natural forces.
  10. I have an extra long bone on my right wrist that sticks out when I pull my hand back.  I call it my ‘ganglion’.  It’s a great party trick and used the intrigue some of the children I worked with as a Learning Support Assistant.
  11. I love clothes way too much!  Once I banned myself from buying any new clothes for an entire year as my wardrobe situation was in overflow!  I succeeded, as I often do when I set my mind to something.  I’m definitely not an expensive shopper though – I haven’t got the means to be!  Most of the time I’m dressed head to toe in Primarni, though allegedly I have a bit of a knack for finding pieces that no one else can.
  12. I will always be just that little bit quirky, but I embrace it!  It would be an awfully boring old world if we were all the same.

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M Y    H O P E S   F O R   T H I S   B L O G . . .

Something I have learnt this year is that I have always felt happiest and most fulfilled in my life when drawing upon my own experiences to help others.  Just through writing this blog post, I have been put back in touch with a sense of purpose that has been sadly lacking in my life of late.  My main intention for this blog is to continue to share advice and/or reflections relating to topics around mental health, based upon my own experiences and happenings in The Life of Lorna, in the hope that it may help others who may be facing similar difficulties and also raise awareness.  I am brimming with ideas for blog posts, which will hopefully come to fruition throughout this coming year.

Whatever may have brought you to this blog, I hope that you will find my content interesting and helpful in some way.  Thank you for taking the time to read my first blog post, which I optimistically anticipate to be the first of many.

And thank you for joining me on my journey.

Lorna ♥