I used to think that my recovery story was fairly unique.
This was back when I didn’t know other people who were recovering from an eating disorder.
I didn’t have access to insurance for treatment. I didn’t know anyone else who had an eating disorder – recovered or otherwise. At the time I was ill, I didn’t have family or friends who understood my disease.
For that matter, I didn’t understand my disease.
I didn’t have any books to read to educate me about eating disorders…because there weren’t any books available on a mass market basis about eating disorders recovery back in 1980 when I first developed anorexia.
I recovered in a near-vacuum, with the support of my mentor, but otherwise, fairly much alone.
After I recovered and starting mentoring others, I realized that my story was not unique.
It still isn’t.