I feel like, for the most part, I have been a bit lucky when it comes to this topic. Naturally, I have had doctors, therapists, dietitians, ect. who have not been as knowledgeable or understanding about my eating disorder or how to appropriately help me. And that did not help my recovery... but for the most part, no one really ----. Except two people.
One was a psychiatrist who gave me a medication that had weight loss as one of the major side effects. And my eating disorder took advantage of that, and lose weight I did! My parents had to intervene and quickly helped me wean myself off of that medication. They were flabbergasted as to why he gave that to me when he I told him in our first (and only) session that I had a long history of anorexia and was still struggling with it.
And the other person is a therapist that I had. I don't really want to go into detail about what happened. It hurt me a lot. And it's in the past, and I have moved on. What he did isn't important... what's important is that I was able to let go of what happened, and the hurt, abandonment, and other feelings that were brought to the surface because of the situation. It took some time, but I was able to let it go.
I did have a doctor and therapist who both had to "fire" me and that hurt me a lot, because at the time I wasn't able to see why they did that. I thought it was because they didn't care. But now, in recovery, I am able to see why and I am grateful to them for what they did. They didn't stop seeing me because they didn't care. It was the exact opposite. They stopped seeing me because they did care. They felt my eating disorder was too severe for them to be able to treat me. But they made sure I had someone else to go see or a treatment center to be admitted to before they stopped seeing me. I thank them for that. For caring enough about me to help me find the help that I needed at those times.
I feel like throughout all of my years of treatment, I had some really good people on my side. Most of the people who have been on my treatment team at one time or another, has been very tough and would not let me get away with things... and believe me, I sure tried. I really tested them. But they could see through it. And looking back on it now, I feel very grateful for that. Because I needed that toughness to find recovery. I was stubborn, I was scared of letting go of the ed, and I really struggled with finding recovery. And I tried to get away with things because of it. But most of them saw through it, and I owe them a lot. I owe them my life.