An eating disorder relentlessly consumes the majority of the sufferer’s thoughts, feelings, and actions.
Sufferers speak of finding it difficult to focus on anything but weight, shape, and symptoms.
First off: I pass no judgement whatsoever on the values associated with introversion and extroversion, None whatsoever. What I think is rather more interesting is they way in which the illness pushed me from one end of the spectrum to the other. I never disliked solitude, but I didn’t it in the way I started to after Anorexia onset.
Eating disorders trigger and are predicated by a tendency for self-loathing and shame.
Individuals know that their bodies may not be pleasing to others, or that their habits are not what would be considered normal, and so often put others at arm’s length to resist that judgement that may come.
This post is nothing to do with saying one is better than the other. Anyone who met me, knew me, would tell you I was an extrovert. I remember how people used to energize me rather than drain me.
I was the girl who could party night after night and be around people all the time.