Monday, 8 February 2010
Maudsley Hospital again
Today is Monday so we are back to the Maudsley this afternoon.
I am very optimistic that Waif has put on some weight. Not much, mark you, but some. She looks less ill to me, and less startlingly skeletal. I hope it is not just that I am getting used to her thinness.
This is no magic cure: Waif is still ambivalent about weight gain - she still won't eat a morsel more than is on her menu list and always opts for the smallest/ least calorific option put before her even if I know she prefers the alternative. But as long as she is making progress I will be happy that she is reducing the chances of permanent damage to her body.
At some point we will have to tell her psychiatrist about Waif's worries being alone at home, andsleeping in her own bed at night. At 13 years old I fell that she should feel more secure in her own house.
Waif is not going in to school today. Older Daughter is not well and Waif thinks it will be "easier" for her not to go in. I am easy with that - the more Waif stays home, the more food I can supervise being eaten and in the end there is no point in her doing well in all her exams only, God forbid, to die of a heart attack at 23 or to find that she is unable to have a family if and when she wants one.
My husband has taken the day off work in order to come with us to the hospital, and Older Daughter might well come too so we would have a full house again. I am sure that the sessions are more helpful if we are all there together.