Thanks a bunch for the information eskielover. Truth is I'm a proud b!tch. I despise the idea of going to someone and asking for help and the worst kind of help to ask for is psychological and emotional help (well, no, in fact asking to borrow money is much more humiliating but you get my point). I can't even imagine seeing a therapist. I've been to pdocs and therapists for my bipolar disorder, but ED is worse. BP is something that originates in the brain and because of unbalanced amounts of chemicals, but ED is really personal. It involves your deepest and darkest fears. Moreover, none of them ever really cared or understood. I always had a feeling that they look down on me; that they think I'm weak and/or silly

Thanks for the warning crhe. You are evidently in a difficult situation. No one would like to be there. I certainly don't. But right now I can relate so strongly to the Fiona Apple lyric in my signature that indeed it hurts