Eating Disorders - fieldi
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104 Jodie’s Story<br />
Toward the end, Jodie began leaving long messages on my<br />
answering machine. They did not require a response. Once I picked<br />
up the phone and she would not speak to me directly, only to the<br />
machine. She took to calling after midnight to avoid any danger of<br />
interruption or interaction. After several months of exploration and<br />
interpretation, I decided to use more active management. Now I<br />
said, “This must stop. You are giving everything away, and you will<br />
always remain innocent of experience. Hold on to it. Write it down.<br />
Learn from it. Don’t purge it.”<br />
Jodie told me that when she was ten years old, she passed by her<br />
parents’ bedroom and saw them having sex. She ran to the bathroom,<br />
crying. Her mother came after her. (I was reminded of the<br />
two masses of her dream separating.) Her mother warned her never<br />
to tell anyone what she had seen. (Purge it.) She still wondered why.<br />
But she had remained innocent of the wish to be sexually attractive<br />
and compete with her mother.<br />
After my interpreting her excessive use of my answering machine,<br />
she felt injured. She told me, paradoxically, that this was the first<br />
meaningful statement I had made. Nevertheless she was leaving<br />
because she could not wait two years for the next bit of help. I commented,<br />
“I give you something good and then you leave.” She stayed<br />
for a while. She bravely brought herself to sessions week after week<br />
until my summer vacation. At that last session she talked about feeling<br />
depressed. I suggested our upcoming separation as a cause. “Do<br />
all therapists have such big egos?” she asked. “Well, maybe it’s just<br />
human to want to be important,” she added. “For you, too?” I said.<br />
Jodie responded, “Yeah. I suppose so.” “So, we want to be important<br />
to each other.” She cried. It was a new sound, strange and clotted.<br />
Jodie hasn’t returned. The poignancy of bulimia is the search for<br />
solace that fails because, once found, the solace must be repudiated,<br />
like the food taken in as good, turns bad, and must be purged. She<br />
left a message on my machine telling me that she had no money and<br />
would not be coming back. She said, “It’s been fun.” It was never fun.<br />
I must content myself with having been around for only part of the<br />
work. Maybe the groundwork has been laid for the next phase.<br />
Perhaps an aborted treatment was foreshadowed in the early<br />
dream material. Two masses separating represent her two sets of<br />
feelings about herself: the good baby and the kidneys that carry the