Creating an Anorexic

Musteryou brought a link to a terrifying article about the tragedy of a little girl whose abusive and self-involved parents illustrate perfectly well how little anorexics / bulimics / neurotics / addicts, etc. are manufactured. The article is written by a mother whose selfishness and lack of self-awareness is nothing short of stomach-turning.

“The doctor has told me and my husband, oh I don’t know, maybe 25 times, that it is not our fault. But that mother’s guilt has a way of creeping right in there. She also said there’s no prescribed method of parenting that can prevent a kid from becoming anorexic.”

Of course, to hell with the pesky kid. The important thing is that the paying customer, the Mommy, is placated and never has to face what a shitty parent she is.

“And truly, I don’t care where it came from, as long as my daughter gets over it.”

This is just priceless. “I don’t care what is going on with her. Just repair her already so that I don’t have to be paying any more attention to this.” Note how she is not even trying to pretend she cares where the child’s problems come from.

“Every night, we went to bed exhausted from trying to get our increasingly furious kid to take yet another bite at the dinner table. We coaxed her along in the “dolphin” method we’d learned.”

Instead of searching for the root of the problem, the irresponsible and cruel parents choose to subject the kid to outright torture that will create a multitude of problems for her later on. But what can you expect from people who say:

“Our natural inclination was to say, “Eat your freaking food or the wrath of your parents will rain down on your head with a vengeance you’ve never imagined in your worst nightmares.”

Got it? This is a natural inclination for such parents. Now we know what kind of natural parenting practices were used on this girl and drover her to anorexia.

During that meal, my daughter gave the girl in “The Exorcist” a run for her money. She glared. She pouted. She ranted. She raved. She acted possessed — the same way she sometimes acted during dinner at home. The therapist reassured us it wasn’t really our daughter. It was the “eating disorder,” which she said had a life of its own. Now, that’s not something any parent wants to try to wrap their head around.

People who act in horrible ways love to generalize. They convince themselves that everybody is exactly like they are, and this means they don’t need to do anything about their lousy behavior.

The infantile and cruel mother thinks nothing of making the descriptions of how she tortured her daughter public. She even seems to expect praise for what she has been doing. She managed to break the girl’s will and bully her into eating. What price the kid will pay for that when she grows up doesn’t concern the abuser. The daughter’s job is to pretend that she is like all other kids and thereby allow the mother to get the social approval that is the entire goal of her existence.

Infantilized by the Internet

People are getting too infantilized for their own good. See the search that brought 4 people to this blog today:

smoking

What do you mean “how”? You put a cigarette into your mouth, bring fire to the tip that sticks out, and suck in.

People look up instructions online before doing absolutely anything these days. The belief in the magical power of Google searches is profound.

I’m a Plant

Wanna know something crazy? I just discovered that the Fall semester starts on August 19 instead of on August 26, as I was sure it did. This means I have to start teaching 5 days a week (this weird schedule was created because I will be on maternity leave most of the semester) in just two weeks.

Wanna know something even more crazy? I feel happy and energized about the idea. If you saw how I walk like a duck, hauling that enormous belly on me, you would agree this reaction is not normal.

I’m totally like that teaching plant I told you about exactly one year ago.

Scratches

I was wondering why the OB-GYN kept asking me about my emotional state, whether I was feeling sad or overwhelmed, and how “the father of the pregnancy” felt about it. And then I realized that I must have been scratching myself in my sleep, leaving long, deep scratches all over my belly and chest. I now really look like a victim of abuse.

Was Hugo Schwyzer Sincere?

What I find completely bizarre is how the recent developments in Hugo Schwyzer’s life are leading many people to say that now they doubt his sincerity. I have no idea how they even manage to connect sincerity to what is going on.

Even the sincerest among us can get sick. Even the most determined to stay healthy can end up in a hospital. Having a nervous breakdown does not in any way invalidate the sincerity of one’s political position or of one’s desire to be healthy. I mean, I recently developed gestational diabetes. Does that make you doubt the sincerity of my last week’s post on the separation of spheres as a patriarchal phenomenon? If so, then you are the one who belongs in a mental clinic.

The degree of earnestness you invest into an endeavor does not guarantee success. It is only the very immature who believe that trying very very hard will ensure that things will work out.

If one were to discover that Hugo had donated money to Mitt Romney’s campaign or collected signatures to shut down a Planned Parenthood clinic, then yes, people would be justified in suspecting that everything he had ever written on the subject of feminism was a lie. But having marital trouble and getting sick are in no way related to how honest one is about one’s political convictions. Or about trying to avoid getting sick or having marital trouble.

Everything said above can be applied to Hugo’s marital issues. How many relationships in your life have failed despite your completely earnest and sincere dedication to making them work? One? Two? Eight? Are those failures evidence that you were insincere all along? If so, then you need to reexamine the kind of magical thinking that leads you to invest sincerity with the power to make everything right.

And just so that I don’t have to start a new post on this subject: if you in any way care about the nature of Hugo’s marital problems and wonder if he cheated on his wife, who he cheated with, how many times, etc., you need to know that you have serious psychosexual issues that you’d be well-served to address. An emotional investment into the sex lives of anybody other than your own sex partners is not healthy.