About me
Why I do this work, and who I do it for.
Hello
I'm a therapist in private practice, based in the UK, working online with people in the ED hiding place.
The short version is that I lived in the hiding place for almost eight years before anyone used the word Anorexia, and most of what I do now is built on the specific experience of how that felt from the inside.
My hiding place
I spent most of my late teens and twenties in a version of the ED nobody picked up on. Not because it wasn't severe, but because from the outside I looked like I was holding my life together. I had a plan. I had 'discipline'. On paper I was fine, and that was exactly what the ED needed people to think.
Underneath all of it, the ED voice was running my inner monologue, ED logic was running my days, and the eating disorder was quietly rebranding itself in my head as healthiness, responsibility, and just being sensible. By the time the word anorexia finally landed, I had been in the hiding place so long that letting it go felt like losing the one thing that had made life feel manageable.
Getting out took time. More than that, it took someone naming the part I couldn't see. That the voice convincing me everything was fine was not my voice. That my relationship with the ED was not a personality trait. That recovery was not going to feel like freedom on day one.
Could I Support You?
I work with people in what I call the ED hiding place.
Some examples of the hiding place;
You have been to the GP, or to an assessment, and been told you don't meet the criteria. You left more confused than you arrived, and maybe you felt ashamed that you aren't 'good enough' at this to be 'worthy' of a diagnosis. While another part of you is maybe relieved that your behaviours can remain unchallenged.
Or maybe you were discharged from treatment as "well enough," and the eating disorder never actually left. Recovery was sold to you as freedom. It has mostly felt horrible.
You have never asked for help, because "it's not that bad." But the ED voice runs most of your inner monologue, and you are tired of how much space it takes up.
If these describe you, or your eating disorder has found a different hiding place, you are sick enough, and you are in the right place.