Kathy
KATHY
Kathy was my daughters behavior therapist at school. I always liked how comforting her demeanor was. One day while dropping my daughter off at school I saw Kathy. she commented on how much weight I lost and how quickly I lost it. I said "why thank you ".
She said she would like me to go to her office with her. Once in her office she said that she was very concerned about my weight loss and wanted me to be very honest to her about how I lost it. So I told her the truth, I didn't eat, and when I did, I found great ways to get rid of it, hey I was proud to lose all that weight, and didn't mind one bit about bragging about how I lost it.
She said I looked so sickly that I should go into a treatment program, I said no way! She said well how about I make you a deal, you can either spend 2 weeks with me and I will help you get over this, or I can send you to a treatment center. I opted to spend my time with her, I thought it was great. So my daughter was to spend her time with her father while I was away.
She picked me up at 3PM. I had all my stuff ready. It was a long drive to her house but once I got there I was overwhelmed at how huge her house was. I took my stuff and followed her into the house. after getting settled and she showed me the room where I would be staying, she then gave me another option.
She had a plate of spaghetti and a baby bottle with pediasure in it. she said you can eat the spaghetti or you can drink this bottle. I asked why a bottle? she said that if I were to drink the pediasure it would have to go down slowly since my stomach wasn't used to having so much heavy liquids in it. so naturally I opted for the spaghetti, having a plan about what to do with it later.
So I ate the spaghetti, and a few minutes later I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she said fine, not realizing what I might be doing in there. so once in there I stuck my finger down my throat and threw up what I had just eaten. I turned around to find her in the doorway asking if her cooking was that bad. I said no, she said lets go, you have a bottle to drink.
She said that she would feed me the bottle so that she would know exactly how much I drank. so she sat down and told me to climb on her lap, I did, and I got comfy even though I was dreading what I had to do. So I laid back and she put the bottle in my mouth, I reluctantly sucked on it, very slowly.
She told me that she put muscle relaxers in the bottle because my stomach would hurt a lot after I drank it because my stomach isn't used to it, and the muscle relaxers would make the stomach muscles relax as it would the rest of me, so I wouldn't care if my stomach hurt. she also said that it would also relax my bladder so after my bottle she would put a diaper on me since I would probably have an accident.
At this point I was wondering what on earth did I get myself into, though she was very comforting to me. I finally finished the bottle and now I was feeling very weird. I tried to sit up but I couldn't. then her husband came home, and even though he already knew I was to spend 2 weeks there, she explained my situation to him, and the events that had just happened.
he came up to me and said hello, how are you. I smiled. his name was Rodney. she asked him to pick me up and put me on the floor so she could get a diaper on me, and explained why. so he did, quite effortlessly since I only weighed about 80lbs at the time. and I just laid there, and at this point totally not caring what was going on. she left the room and came back with a diaper, and put it on me.
it felt so nice and soft, very comforting. she asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with her and Rodney. I said ok. so I managed to sit on the floor, while she sat on the rocking chair and Rodney on the couch. not long after I felt myself dosing off. Kathy told Rodney to go get me before I nodded off and bumped my head on the coffee table I was near, and bring me to her.
Then I felt him pick me up and put me on her lap. I was so tired I just nuzzled into a comfy spot and I fell asleep. Rodney put me to bed.... to be continued.
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