Some parents find it incredibly tough to deal with their children having ED.
For example, I had an incredibly distressing time with my drunken father the other night. He got himself absolutely paraletic after a party and he told me exactly what he thought - "You're a liar, you're not trying hard enough, you're making your mum sick, you're manipulating people to believe it when you're just in yer own wee bubble."
I sobbed and sobbed. But he's the introverted sort who tells me nothing. But I suppose when you're drunk you tell the truth.
I DO try, but it rings home how absorbed we are in that fantasy ED world.
Of course I don't condone how nastily he said it, and I've still not forgiven him, but it resonated with me. It's hurting him more than he lets on.