Thank you madscientist for sharing your experience. See, one of the problems with psychologists is that I fear they may be too objective with me. Like you mentioned before, I'm not a "textbook case" either, and I just keep imagining myself sitting there being treated like one. I know I have other psychological problems as well, so I'd really have to take my time to find one of the best. I usually say I'm my own therapist, but I'm horrible, because I still can't seem to discover the reason WHY I started doing this in the first place. I've self-ananlysed myself to death and have come to the conclusion that the reasons are hidden away and I'd have to dig really deep to find them. One of my big irrational theories is that because I have a family member who's being bulimic for over 35 years, that I couldn't possibly die from it either. That's what I always tell myself, but I know that isn't true. I could rupture my esophagus at ANY time or have a low level of potassium and go into cardiac arrest. But then again, this person hasn't died . . . Such denial. A therapist not suffering from an ED is another problem I have, because as much schooling about thought patterns and behaviors, they have NO idea what it is really like to suffer. I really want to get a therapist that is a recovered bulimic. They are probably few and far between though. I don't think some person who's READ a lot of having an ED can possibly muster up understanding to truly know what if feels like. Sure, they can be empathetic, but they really can't have any clue. They don't know what it's like to be hunched over a toilet repeatedly cramming your hand down your throat. They haven't felt the physical pain.
I do need someone to help me understand why I binge though, and then maybe I finally can begin to heal. I'm sure it has something to do with my parents as well (but my mom was SAH most of the time). But I just have this dark feeling that I'm supressing an awful memory that is the cause of this. And then if I'm not, and I mention it to the therapist, I'm afraid I might come up with a false memory. And psychiatrists can easily ask the wrong leading questions to bring you into remembering something that never happened.
Plus, I have huge issues trusting people. I've never told anyone in real life about this. I'd probably be on the floor hyperventilating if I even tried.
But I keep making a lot of excuses, can you tell?

I know I'm not going to be able to stop this alone, it's already been almost 8 years and it's almost as bad as it ever was. Here's another one: I don't have a job and am out of school, so I have no insurance anyway, and couldn't afford to pay for one out of pocket. Now that's the major one. But I'm sure I still wouldn't be getting help even IF I had the means to do so. I know one thing though: I don't want to be a bulimic pregnant woman, so when I WILL be getting help before I get married and start a family. Whenever I actually find someone to get married to . . . Who am I kidding? The thought of getting close to a man scares me to death. So I may need therapy to even begin to look for a husband. I've probably needed therapy since I started having complex thoughts. When I read my poetry from when I was 13, whoa. I was messed up back then.
Thanks again for sharing. It's comforting to know that it does help. I know it will help, but I just don't think I'm ready yet. This is a first step for me. Spilling my guts on here has helped me and the support is wonderful. I've never would have done this when I started my journey. I just started posting about 2 months ago, but I had been a shy lurker when I first found this site. Especially now that all secrets are out in the open and I'm not running away to hide. I feel like this is the beginning of my road to recovery. I need to confess and be open on here before I start doing it with a real person.
Be strong girls!!