The Connection Between Food and My Emotions Started Early
I remember as far back as age 6, living with my father, stepmother and special needs older sister, my stepmother used food—or lack thereof—as a punishment. I spent nights watching my sister eat dinner, with an empty plate in front of me. This went on for years. By age 12 I was only 64 lbs.
One day my stepfather came to visit us unexpectedly and found my sister and I in our room with a lock on the outside of the door. The next day, he and my mother filed for custody. Soon after, my father suffered a traumatic work accident. He was in ICU for 8 months and had 17 reconstructive surgeries. He was never the same again. He wound up addicted to opioids and, eventually, crack cocaine.