This book is heartbreaking, and yet you cannot fail to admire Jennifer's determination to keep on going, looking for a treatment that would give her her life back. It also makes me angry because the poor treatment she recieved was mostly down to ignorance. This has improved a lot since 2003, when it was published, but there is still a long way to go and services today continue to get away with damaging their patients further.
‘Her doctor presumed Jenny’s anorexia was self-inflicted, a behaviour problem, and illness of choice... '
‘ ...no matter what anyone says whether or not I control this rage inside me or not, it is there BURNING away.’
‘I want to punish myself when others say I look or sound better. Part of me wants only to be sick, weak, totally depleted, and finally dead. Taking that away from me only enrages me because then I don’t know how to accept myself...'
Written by her dad: ‘”Not enoughs” hamper progress in improving the destiny of the eating disordered. Not enough understanding... Not enough money for research into cause, prevention, and treatment. Not enough integration of approaches – neurobiological, genetic, hormonal, chemical, general medical, psychological, and the most important... human compassion...’
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