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What happened?

Toremal
20-10-2006, 19:12
I'm just asking a question for, perhaps, the older people of this forum. sort of related to me, sort of to my sister Leonie. I was just wondering when you think someone changes - I remeber when my sister was 29 - she's ten years older than me - and was ful of life, always smiling and enthusiastic about everything (including the good-looking waiter she spilled wine over - and later married - a novel way to meet someon, I suppose). But now, ten years on, she's so different - and I never even noticed her changing. but now she's very serious, was anorexic until I (and, don't get me wrong I don't do this often) slapped her round the face and said I'd keep doing it until she ate everything - she did, and everytime after that. i think the slap was harder than intended, but I'd had enough of her silliness - and i just don't do Doctors and hospitals. she also dresses very differently, and even speaks in a far more considered way. Have you ever noticed something like this happen?
Ashmoria
20-10-2006, 19:24
personal change is like evolution. sometimes it happens slowly over the years and sometimes it come all in a rush.

are you around your sister so much that slappng her is an effective treatment for anorexia?

she probably does need a bit of therapy. it doesnt have to be a doctor i suppose. maybe you should get her a package of massage therapy visits. even a vacation away from the family to some great spot can help shake her out of her doldrums. she might have lost herself for a while. getting her to focus on herself can show her that she has changed for the worse over time.
Toremal
20-10-2006, 19:31
No, I'm not really around her all that much - she lives with her monegasque husand in his Monaco, and I still live in Luxembourg. But I was there for seven weeks - and she's fine now, she doesn't need a doctor. Though, to be quite honest, I think that I only slapped her because it was when I got my degree with one off a first - which, though having nothing to do with her, had really annoyed me, as had the fact that my housekeeper rang to say that the roof was falling to bits. A rather calamitious year - anyway, in 1996, anorexia was treated more with scorn than compassion - and I've never trusted doctors, like Leonie, since her mother got MRSA while holidaying in the UK. But she's fine now - and she's religious (very), and spoke to the chaplain.