All posts by Christine Gatt

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5am weigh in Cesca

Christine is one of our regular writers – she focuses on topics related to eating disorders, in particular, what it’s like to be in a ward dedicated to that purpose.   5am. A nurse, I’m not sure which one, bursts into my room. ‘Weighing time.’ They shrill. I shift in my bed slightly, and lift myself out of it. Squinting I plod (with the kind of grace that only a… Read Article →

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Puzzle

Christine is one of our regular writers – she focuses on topics related to eating disorders. You’d think that there were only so many dvds that one person could watch, so many crosswords they could do, so many ceilings you could stare at, but you’d be wrong. It is amazing how quickly doing nothing filled time, and the routine of being fed becomes a full time job. It is raining,… Read Article →

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Can our understanding of autism help improve treatment for eating disorders?

By habit, when I lack a good illustration for a post, or when it’s a particularly sad post I pick a open-licenced photo from flickr.   Christine is one of our regular writers – she focuses on topics related to eating disorders. Obsessive behaviour. A need for systematising the unstructured. Difficulty processing emotions. Resistance to change. The formation of detailed routines to help make sense of the world. Wholly inflexible… Read Article →

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Low point

Christine is one of our regular writers – she focuses on topics related to eating disorders.   ‘You need to be seated girls.’ Carly says. She points to threadbare chair lent up against the wall. We’ve gone for our ten minute fresh air break, but it is raining and so we can’t go to the bench in the garden. Instead we are stood in the foyer of the old entrance… Read Article →

Waking up for the first time

A bell rings out. I slowly come to. I have slept surprisingly well, all things considered. I reach out my hand to search for my phone and do a time check. 7.50am. The light stings my eyes, and there’s an uncomfortable warmth moistening the small of my back. This quilt sweats. I cast my eyes around the standardised room. Rounded corners for safety, and beige walls, the terrocotta curtains, stark… Read Article →