I'm mad enough to scream right now. I really hate being treated like a wild animal who can't control her impulses and needs her friends to save her from herself. I can control my impulses. I don't always choose to, but that doesn't mean I'm not capable of it. It's the same way my dad treats me, the way counselors and teachers treat me. I'm sick of it. I'm human. I'm not governed by my emotions. I listen to my emotions, I realize when I shouldn't do something because I'm tired/angry/whatever, and I don't ignore what my heart tells me but I do not let my emotions govern my actions or behavior. I also don't let my stomach govern my eating habits. If I did that, I wouldn't be able to be anorexic, now would I?
I don't need to be saved from myself. If I ask you to help me, be glad that I've dropped my pride long enough to do so. Don't assume that when I don't ask for help it means I need it but can't ask. I will ask if I really think I need help. I don't care if you want my food. Tell me, and I'll let you have it. I don't care if you think that I shouldn't have the food I want. Tell me, and maybe I'll take your advice. But don't take physical action before verbal. Don't act like I need to be physically restrained. That betrays what little trust I have with you. And yes---'little' trust. I don't trust anyone. If I trust you enough to feel safe with you--a feeling I have with maybe two other people, if that--then don't fuck up that trust. Talk to me like an adult. It's more than anyone else does.