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Summary
Summary
Stupid. Fat. Freak. These are the labels Melissa Binstock bestowed upon herself. Diagnosed with six different disorders by the age of eleven, Melissa was drowning in medications, treatments, and isolation. Feeling defined and controlled by Tourette syndrome, dyslexia, ADHD, OCD, anxiety disorder, and anorexia, Melissa spent her teenage years emotionally empty, socially stunted, and filled with confusion and self-hatred. How must it feel to live with so many life-altering disorders simultaneously and what wisdom can be found through living such a tortured existence?
In this brutally honest account of her quest for love, acceptance, and the physical and emotional nourishment she desperately needed, Melissa Binstock takes you on a journey through the complex world of neurological and emotional disorders. You will be mesmerized and inspired as she shares her struggles to refeed her starving mind, body, and soul in her quest to become fully nourished.
Excerpts
Excerpts
You know that excited feeling you have when you're little, as you wait on the front doorstep for the mail carrier to bring you a package? Every afternoon right when you get home from school, you run out and sit on that step for hours until the mail carrier tells you, 'Sorry, nothing today.' At first, you are hopeful and tell yourself that tomorrow will be the day. Then days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months; you begin to give up hope. It's been almost twelve years now, and I'm still sitting on my front doorstep waiting for my package to arrive. It's been so long that, for a while, I even forgot what was in that package. But today I know exactly what I have been sitting around waiting for: I have been waiting to live. Life is what that package contains, and once I have it securely in my hands, I know I won't ever let it go again. I wasn't a cookie-cutter child; I didn't fit into the same mold as my eight-year-old friends. At least that's what having dyslexia and Tourette syndrome felt like to me. In second grade, my stomach twisted in knots every time the teacher asked the class to take out our readers. I came to detest those books about Jill and Jack with their dog, Spot. Who names their dog Spot anyway? The words printed on the pages of my reader were like puzzles my mind tried to solve but never could. As the teacher went around the room, calling on different people to read a passage aloud, I'd pretend to be invisible while praying that she'd skip over me. Eventually, the teacher would call out my name. The routine was always the same: I'd sit there for a few minutes making thhh or mmm sounds as I tried to sound out words like those or much. The teacher would stand in front of me with both hands planted firmly on her hips, tapping a foot up and down impatiently. Then, after I'd made a few hopeless attempts, she'd skip over me and move on to the next kid. By midway through the year, not only had my reading skills failed to improve, but also I refused even to try sounding out a word when I was called on. The harrumph noise that escaped from my vexed teacher's mouth didn't bother me as much as the feeling of embarrassment and the sound of snickering classmates. When my parents realized that my reading problem wasn't something I would eventually work around, they decided to have me tested for a learning disorder. After running through a battery of tests, the specialist diagnosed me with dyslexia and suggested my parents look into placing me at a school for children with learning disabilities. My parents' decision to move me to a special school was encouraged by the principal, who told them the school was ill equipped to deal with children like me. A few years later, they also removed my younger sister, Samantha, from the same school. I say removed because the way she was treated resembles how people handle old, unwanted pieces of furniture they throw out the front door for the garbage man to pick up. I guess the school based its phil Excerpted from Nourishment: Feeding My Starving Soul When My Mind and Body Betrayed Me by Melissa Binstock All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
Table of Contents
Foreword | p. ix |
Prologue | p. xv |
1 (Not a) Cookie-Cutter Child | p. 1 |
2 Melissa, Meet Melissa | p. 7 |
3 The Untameable Beast | p. 14 |
4 Friends, or the Lack Thereof | p. 22 |
5 Human Guinea Pig | p. 26 |
6 Violated | p. 34 |
7 Spiraling Out of Control | p. 40 |
8 Meeting Melanie | p. 49 |
9 Starving for Love | p. 58 |
10 This Time Will Be Different | p. 68 |
11 Credit Limit | p. 77 |
12 Unwelcome | p. 83 |
13 Frozen | p. 92 |
14 Humpty Dumpty | p. 99 |
15 The Treatment Center | p. 105 |
16 Learning the Program | p. 115 |
17 The New Girl | p. 124 |
18 The Serious Business of Eating | p. 132 |
19 The Rules of the Game | p. 142 |
20 Facing My Demons | p. 151 |
21 Challenges | p. 162 |
22 Tic Attack | p. 169 |
23 Building a Fottress | p. 176 |
24 Family Week | p. 186 |
25 Masking Feelings | p. 197 |
26 The Next Stop | p. 203 |
27 Two Steps Forward, One Step Back | p. 210 |
28 The Bad Egg | p. 217 |
29 Art Therapy | p. 224 |
30 The Final Straw | p. 231 |
31 Everything Different, Everything Unchanged | p. 238 |
32 Rehab Redux | p. 244 |
33 Ensure-ance | p. 253 |
34 Nourishment at Last | p. 260 |
Afterword: Coping with My Disorders | p. 268 |
Appendix: Melissa's Diagnoses and Medications | p. 272 |
Acknowledgments | p. 274 |