When I was much younger, I had the good fortune to enter a therapy group for adults with no special “problem”.
It was simply a therapeutic group for healing, understanding, and…
…well…therapy.
The group was led by two wonderful, experienced therapists (a man and a woman who were colleagues) and whose intention was to help facilitate clarity in peoples’ lives.
I felt like the weirdo with the eating issues.
Ugh.
But when I actually admitted my concerns, my behaviors and what I went through out loud to the group, I got a big surprise.
Absolute acceptance.
People could even relate–even though they didn’t have anything close to an eating disorder or eating concerns.
They related on a human level of suffering, and felt compassion and loving kindness towards me.
I couldn’t have received this without telling the truth about my situation, my experiences of fear and anxiety, and my sadness and disappointment.
My advice now? Tell the truth.
It’s the way out of your world of secrets. And its much more fun.