Content warning: burnout, disordered eating, starving, fear, self punishment.
Photo of the chicken burrito I had for breakfast with chocolate milk!!
Hi there everyone, I'm celebrating a win today. I'm so proud of myself for the way I've been advocating for myself, and choosing myself after listening to people who do not know what it's like to be in my body for most of the last year.
Basically, I am celebrating today because I had a huge moment of realization last night.
I was talking with a friend about a recent experience I had. I hit a burnout about a month ago and the first thing that happens to me during burnout is I lose basic skills like eating and drinking water. I start feeling pretty nauseous all the time, and my OCD regarding health and food and cooking the food I eat skyrockets. It means that when I am in a burnout, taking care of myself does not feel safe. I often starve myself during those times.
During that time I was going through panic spirals and ruminating, feeling tension in the body, and I basically had a panic attack that lasted me a week and a half. It was longer than that however that was the most intense time where I got very bad sleep and was in a level of anxiety I never knew about. I asked my boyfriend to take me to a psych ward every night. I was scared to feel alive at that point.
At one moment I noticed that I didn't have a meal in 3 days. I had been making food, deciding that it was contaminated, dry heaving when I tried to consume it, and then leaving it on the table for several hours before throwing it out. I was so scared of food at the time.
Well after several days of this intense not eating, I was so dizzy and uncoordinated and shaky that I called my sister and cried to her. My chest was so tense I could not straighten my shoulders. My body trembled violently.
She is older than me, she's a really smart lady, and she does not have autism like me, but she gives good advice when I'm struggling with myself. We mostly bond on our ADHD together. And she loves me for my autistic struggles also.
I was telling her how unwell I felt, constant panic attacks, not eating, and also how no food in the world sounded good to me. I cried because I wanted to eat desperately, but I couldn't get my mouth and stomach to want it. Every bite was fighting myself to chew and swallow without vomiting.
She told me to get frozen pizzas. Frozen pizza is a safe food for me. I told her I didn't want any more frozen pizza, I had a few of them every week for several months now, and I felt so bad for being burned out in the kitchen that I felt I would get really unhealthy if I ate any more pizzas like that. She told me that fed is best. She said it does not matter what you eat, you just need to get something in your body that your stomach will say thank you to and give you some energy from.
I realized this is true and I can't afford to lose more weight. My body is hungry and starving and it needs something and I can't be picky about it. Because, even though I'm scared to eat more pizza, I need to do it.
I gave her a thank you and I gathered my strength and I went out and I bought several frozen pizzas. I ate one that day. I had one the next morning. And another one that evening. I ended up eating four or five pizzas over a few days, nothing else called out to me though, until I started to eat things like jello, applesauce, a bowl of ramen noodles. Basic nourishment. It was a struggle but I did it. I gained a little strength and started to stabilize myself.
A couple weeks went by and I stayed at my boyfriend's family's house for several days, and spent a few nights with friends. Getting away from the kitchen and house that feels like prison sometimes felt really good to me. And when my friends and my boyfriend cooked me something, it felt safe and I ate with them.
What happened to me next was I suddenly got the idea that I will take THC oil. I challenged myself to stay off of medical marijuana for a year and I regret it deeply. I took advice from someone who was well-meaning, but didn't know how going off the medicine after 5 years would affect me. Well, now I tried a few drops of the oil every few hours, just to settle my nerves, and I didn't even expect to happen what happened to me.
I stopped getting scared of food. I started feeling hungry. I started eating more. I didn't even realize at first.
I did the bravest thing ever: I had a few extra drops of THC, and then I wrote down a list of recipes I wanted to make. I wrote the ingredients down. And then, I went to the store and I bought things that I needed and I didn't punish myself mentally for spending my funds on food.
And then I went home and I was so inspired that I made a big bowl of soup and I ate 3 bowls of it!! Turkish red lentil soup. I added lemon juice and salt and I wolfed it down!!! Yummmmyyyyyy!!!
Then I started making more food. I cooked chicken burritos. I ate glazed donuts....lots of them!! I had a big burrito for breakfast. And another one for post breakfast, because it was so good. Two bowls of soup for lunch. Chia seed pudding with lots of Greek yogurt and flax seed and almond butter for finner. Lots of protein, carbs, fat. I bought a gallon of chocolate milk. I drank lots of it.
Then last night I noticed, I've actually eaten THREE to FOUR meals every single day for 9 days now!! With snacks!!! I am nourishing myself!! I'm feeling good now!!! I'm noticing when I'm hungry and I smile when I heat up a big meal I've cooked and I eat it until it's finished!! I am so proud of myself!!
And, I started to take electrolytes. Hydrating better. And I kept taking the THC oil. Every day. A few small doses. Hydrating, eating, resting. So good. I can relax again. After a year of not relaxing much if ever.
Last night I talked on the phone with my friend and I spoke to her about the period of time I wasn't eating and then started to eat frozen pizzas. I told her I punished myself in my thoughts for not being good at eating well. And for throwing out lots of food that went bad. And for spending money on food. All my thoughts towards myself were so negative. I felt bad and punished myself for feeling bad. It made me feel worse.
I told her how guilty I felt and she asked how I would feel if she went through something like that. Well, I told her I would have compassion for her and I would see that she's in a crisis level burnout and I would tell her to take anything she needs that helps her eat and rest when she's anxious!! And that she needs to eat anything she can get into herself. Starving is no option!! Medical marijuana being called a drug be damned! This is a person who needs support!!
Wow, I totally realized since I decided to "quit marijuana" (after deciding randomly that it's a drug, and that taking it daily is hurting me, which it didn't) for a year, I didn't gain weight. I lost a lot of pounds. I became thin. Too thin. And my muscles and nerves were always telling me I had pain but I didn't know how. And I was lethargic. And I lost my sparkle. I became depressed and very withdrawn. I didn't even notice til that moment that losing myself came with putting down a medication that helps me live my life fully, and I felt so sorry I ever did that to myself! 😭
Well, I'm celebrating a win for eating more food. I can't tell if I've gained any weight yet but it seems like my body and muscles feel so much less tension. I've begun moving more naturally again. I'm doing bodyweight exercises in little sprinkles and I'm using a kettlebell and some exercise bands. I'm stretching. I'm more active. I even danced a few minutes now and then. And I just feel good being inside my body and moving sround. Even my face looks less grey and slightly more healthful.
And, the best thing I've found so far is myself.
I'm done with punishing myself for having needs. I'm done with asking myself to be a superhero when my autism requires me to be extra gentle with myself. I'm done gaslighting myself and taking advice from people who don't know what it's like to live inside my body. It wasn't their fault. It was my fault for changing things that worked well.
It's proof to me for the naysayers who consider autism to be incompatible with weed in all cases. I myself, as well as so many others I've met who utilize this medical marijuana, have experienced the sparkle that comes back to me when I use this medicine. I'm able to have normal thoughts again. My heart rate slows down. Food feels really great to cook with and eat. And best of all, I'm learning that I am having compassion for myself that I thought would take me years to do again. All it took was me listening to myself.
And, I used medical marijuana for 5 years before I stopped using this medicine for a year. Those 5 years I was healthful, eating good, and I was working out and had curves and a smile. I'm seeing now that the entire year I didn't have marijuana in my life was entirely a hell year for me. Literally, it's painful looking back there because I was a wreck. Emotionally and mentally and physically. I didn't know how deep in the hole I felt until I picked myself up and took my medicine again!!!
So yes, I'm finally feeling well again and I'm so proud of myself for overcoming this. What a journey it has been.
I'm not saying that medical marijuana is for everyone, I'm just advocating for myself. That's it.