Wow! This really has me thinking about my past again. I was also suffering from a brief period of eating disorder at the time (of college) too when I was really low and hating myself and my fat body. I told all of these thi gs to the college psychiatrist (or whatever his title was. I forget or didn't know about stuff then) and I felt super insulted when I was assigned a volunteer counselor. Like he didnt think my problems were serious enough! Not only that, the first one was beautiful and perfect seeming. How would she relate to what I was going through?! I couldn't trust myself to be open with her. Then I got a lady in a wheelchair. Omg! How could my problems possibly compare to hers?! I couldn't open up there either. It wouldn't be until marriage that I'd actually get a chance to take therapy seriously and see what it has to offer. Well, you know my story. I also tried group therapy once maybe twice (again, in college). I felt so out of place and i felt like everyone was judging me negatively when i shared. I shared about boy problems because that's all I could explain, but there was so much more going on there that I really wished someone could have seen!