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Months lingered until the leaves changed, and my life was radically spinning out of control. Maintaining the “cool” online was getting easier, but among fellow AP scholars “smart” was commonplace. My grasp on experthood was slipping; I was getting closer and closer to the edge of a cliff . Tight money, flunking brother, wine-o mother, and temper-riddled father led to dysfunction. I found myself disinterested in my former pastimes, burnt out from sleepless nights, and feeling fully responsible for the daily household screaming matches.
Anorexia gave me back my power, it put my body back in my control. At seventy-two pounds, I was shipped off to Klarman at McLean Hospital (right down the road from here, actually) for fifty-six days of residential inpatient treatment. Here I resorted to knitting, Sudoku, a handwritten diary, and fingernail painting as diversions from the daily drab of computer-less group discussions. Eventually, a rumor surfaced that a few girls were plotting to steal a computer in parts from one of the unoccupied offices near the cafeteria. We were questioned extensively about our habits, and to our surprise a rinky-dink model appeared in one of the function rooms by the end of the week. Personally, I wasn’t sure if I was yet ready to plunge the online world. Who would I be now?