Codependency with a Simple Phobia Twist: Gathering for dinner should have been easy. It wasn’t, especially last night. Anna bregudgingly, at the request of her partner, went with combed hair and a little dash of red on her dried out lips. It didn’t matter. Her partner knew what she had been going through and thought it would be “a good idea” to suck it up and go out. She heard things like, “You’re making this such a big deal. You’re so sensitive”, and even, “What’s wrong with you? Everyone loves to go out and be catered to because a little bit of food in the belly always helps.” Was something wrong with her? Anna usually liked going out with friends and loved ones, but since that bout with food poisoning a little less than a month ago, she began checking labels to see if any of the food had expired. She began avoiding restaurants. She had even lost five pounds, what with the angst of it all. And then the reindeer games began. Her partner got up from the seat across the table, walked over to Anna’s side and began cutting her food into tiny portions, with the intention to “get her” to eat. “C’mon Anna.” With a lower tone, her partner looked at the group and shared, “Anna’s been having some food difficulties lately. We are very sorry.” That was it. Anna got up and walked out to the car. Her partner just didn’t get it. She was in distress and no night out was a going to fix it. All the advice giving had to stop. All of it. She needed real help and she needed it NOW. . . Know anyone in a scenario like this one? Therapy may be able to help break patterns, even for those that are resistant. . . .
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