Welcome to the beginning

When I was 9 years old, I got severely bullied and for a reason I can’t explain, I developed anorexia. Most of it is a blur now, though I do remember the most traumatic moments. I remember being tormented by people who I thought were my friends, I remember being called fat at nine years old, and I remember being hospitalized at 45 pounds and getting a tube in my nose because my organs began to fail. When I became so emaciated that I couldn’t function, my parents were left no choice but to put me in a child psych ward. There were no other options for me, as I was the youngest patient with anorexia that my doctors had seen. I was treated horribly in that hospital, though I can’t really blame them now. They didn’t know how to deal with someone that young who refused to eat. I wasn’t allowed to see my parents for a month, one of my nurses slapped me because I refused to eat, and I vividly remember crying myself to sleep every night. The day I got my NG tube i was completely alone. A month later they transferred me to the adult ward because the children’s ward was closing. My mind has blocked out most of the things I saw during that time, but I was just a child, and I’m sure you can all imagine what kind of trauma that would give someone. Nevertheles, after three months I recovered, went home and began to live my normal daily life again. Though this is just the very beginning of my story, so I really hope whoever is reading continues to join me while I reveal the rest.