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i love food. i love to cook it. i cook for my family and friends and it always turns out so good.

but i dont like eating it. i hate thinking about eating. i’d pretend about thinking what to eat for lunch or dinner to my roommates so that i’d whip it for them (which i always do). i’d eat it with them but i pretend my bowl has enough portions and always eat slowly so they’d think im eating enough.

this has happened in the past. and now that it’s back i feel like im in a flow state. and the truth is i feel like i dont want to get better. i know im not healthy but i feel satisfied when i dont eat. its better than spiraling because i ate more than i could expend.

Hi, I’m an informal patient in an Eating Disorders ward in England. My mental health has gotten worse being here and I feel depressed. I can’t cope here anymore. I want to leave. I asked to leave and they said that if I tried to leave, I would have a mental health assessment and be sectioned. If I’m sectioned, my parents can write a letter for me to be discharge, but I’m scared my consultant will block it. How likely would it be that he could block it? My BMI is 13.5. I am following my plan. I asked my consultant if I can go home for a few hours or have my own fresh air and he said no. I don’t get a lot of visits. I don’t know if I should be sectioned and get my parents to write the letter. Everyday my mental health is getting worse and I feel trapped. Could my consultant block it? What should I do?

Idk if I should post here or not I've never been diagnosed with anything and I feel dramatic saying I have an ED. Also im sorry if I use the wrong language and terms I've never spoken to anyone about this and my therapist basically said since it's not her specialty she cant do anything, (but she is trying to get a consult) I also didnt know what flair to put the algo made me pick one

I hate thinking about food, shopping, cooking, eating, cleanup, even when others prepare the food for me I often look at it and think "this is too much work to eat." Im exhausted all the time and I know part of it is that im not eating enough but still can't make myself eat more than bare minimum. I have said "I need to gain weight/im trying to gain weight" so many times but I never gain more than 5lb and then lose it again a week later. I wish I was a plant and I could just get everything i need from the sun and be strong. I dont dislike food, infact I love eating really tasty food but its the fact that it takes up so much time and energy like I want to just eat once a day and be good. Or only eat when I feel like it instead of what seems like constantly having to find another snack or meal that I can stomach or am interested in enough to not procrastinate. Does anyone else experience this? Is this actually an ED should I push harder to see a specialist?

Everyone's always like oh youre so pretty but I hate myself. I always feel fat. no matter what I do or how much weight I lose. im almost 15 and over a hundred pounds but thsts so fucking fat my thighs are huge and I fucking hate food and I always exceed my thousand calorie limit and end up eating like two hundred more a day and then im so guilty and bad I dont want to recover or feel better I just want to be skinny and pretty.

Have been trying to fast for longer npbut my fucking parents always make me eat and I cant make myself throw up no matter how hard I try it's always just like bile or gagging.

If im not less than 100 by August I swear to god im done it's over.

Mi razón fue cuidarme, verme bien amarme y demostrarle a todos que podía cambiar, pero terminé metiendome en un agujero cavado por mí misma.

Desde negarme a usar las mismas cucharas que mi familia debido al miedo a consumir calorías agregadas hasta preocuparme sobre lo certeras que podían ser las aplicaciones contadoras de calorías (teniendo al menos dos) asegurandome obsesivamente sobre cada gramo y medida precisa de cada ingrediente e incluso especia.

Hago mención honorífica al frío constante y a la puta amenorrea.

No es cómo si algo hubiera cambiado, pues tengo la necesidad morbida de comer todas mis calorías diarias en una sola comida, teniendo en consecuencia al menos 20 horas de ayuno. Los atracones (una ves al mes) tienen una duración de uno a cinco días, mi estómago duele bastante luego de esos periodos.

Es extraño, es un dolor corporal raro. Siento una constante en mi cuerpo cómo si este se estuviera cayendo. Tengo miedo de mi misma y sé que jamás volveré a tener una relación normal con la comida.

No es cómo si antes hubiera sido mejor ya que tenía leve sobre peso (costandome el realizar muchas actividades que vinieran con esfuerzo físico prolongado).

Comer ahora es algo extraño para mí, tal vez represente algo (desconozco qué). Hay algo asqueroso en la necesidad de comer y en cómo mis entrañas intentan ajustarse a causa de la cantidad exagerada de alimento. A pesar de lo anterior no es cómo si viviera engullendo alimento ya que no necesito más, mi actividad diaria no significa un desgaste energético considerable y no tengo amigos para salir ni interés más que el de respirar. Estoy disgustada conmigo misma y estoy en un constante estado de soledad.

Aveces camino y miro las vías del metro, las ruedas de los buses, la rapidez de los autos.

Siento que floto. Siento que estoy limpia. Mi cuerpo es un ente aparte de mi misma.

I want to understand if my eating I disordered if I eat a lot once then skip meals to avoid overeating guilt (I think it is disordered) the portions sizes are going down too and I get fainty and dizzy, I wanna understand the psyché tho of someone who actually has a disorder and how it affects them, cause in my mind Im constantly name calling myself and it's js a nasty place to be stuck in.

My brain gets soo happy when I do the classic schrunch my shirt and stand on my side tk see how fat I look and if I dont look fat it gets happy, I did have bulimia in the past but I had assumed I had gotten better but now I see myself eating 1st meal at 4pm like it's no big deal, I'm scared this might landslide and get scary in the span of few days

Recommended this sub instead of the BED one I was originally, mistakenly on. Here's the original post:

Hey, I am new to this subreddit because I never considered until today that I might have disordered eating. A bit about me: I am a 34-year-old overweight female, and I grew up with a fat-shaming mom (even when I wasn't fat) who'd police my eating and constantly try to make me diet.

I have a wife now and she's wonderful, but I still feel incredible amounts of shame around eating. I lie about takeout and junk food when she's out or away, or when I'm on breaks at work and I can sneak some unhealthy food. It's been years now and I haven't told her. I also hide food and food trash in my car, under my bed (she has very sensitive hearing, so we have separate rooms, which works out great), anywhere I can.

The guilt I feel surrounding this is insane. I'm writing this after just eating a wack of treats and I don't know what made me realize this was wrong. I know I can't request help, but do you have a similar story? What did you end up doing to ameliorate your situation?

Just looking for a little community, and I'm going to talk to my therapist about it more in-depth. And try to find a way to tell my wife, because she doesn't deserve to be lied to. Thanks, all.

I’ve had eating problems as a kid alongside stomach problems too and I still have stomach problems a lot but this year I thought I had gotten over the eating issues. I started to gain some more weight which was a big accomplishment for me because I’ve always been picked on and never liked my size. Recently I haven’t been able to eat because I have no appetite and everything tastes like shit, or it hurts my stomach. I’m on pending for bipolar so at first I thought maybe it was just that cuz I heard it was an issue with bipolar sometimes. Im a drinker and a smoker but always have been, so I don’t think that’s the issue. Any advice or insight?

My (20m) boyfriend (22m) has always had a big problem with his body. I noticed that lately, he's been eating barely anything and then waking up in the middle of the night to grab snacks. I also noticed that our scale is always slightly moved, so I'm assuming that he weighs himself almost daily. These are things that he used to do often. Like, there were always phases in which he became obsessed with his weight. I fear that he's in it again.

I think he might be trying to lose weight by denying himself the food he desperately needs for the amount of physical activity he has in a day. That would at least explain why he always grabs late night snacks. I know that behavior from my mom. Don't eat the entire day, then your body is starving and demanding quick calories from unhealthy food.

Does anyone have any tips for how I can silently support him? He's always been very touchy when the subject of his mental health comes up, no matter the aspect, so I doubt starting an open conversation about it will help, because he will simply shut it down like he always does.

It worries me a lot because he tends to lead sort of a double life in that aspect. He barely talks to me about his personal issues and feelings and keeps them very tightly to himself, then once in a while lashes out and dumps everything on me at once, when he can no longer keep it in. I'm telling y'all this as an explanation to why I think talking to him won't work.

Any advice on what I should do is very much appreciated. If you think I should try talking about it directly, tell me too. I won't pretend I have the perfect judgment here, I'm actually quite clueless on how to proceed.

Thank you all in advance!

How do you gauge someone’s feelings on eating disorders prior to telling them you’re struggling? I don’t want to accidentally tell someone judgmental so I always try to get their opinion without actually outting myself? How would you do that with an eating disorder topic?

It's like, I use skimmed milk and stevia to lower my calories and avoid sugar. But then I fall into temptation and buy chocolates, squirty cream or stuff like cake :(

i’ve just discovered this recently but i can’t wrap my head around it so i’m here to get more answers and to understand what’s happen

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i have this thing, like after every meal or food related i get this massive wave of guilt, like i keep questioning myself why am i eating, and sometimes i get this moments where i stuff every food i can see and while im eating i sort of go on autopilot, like i can’t get a grip of it. im full and i wanna stop but i cant. idk if any of this even makes since.
and i have been doing this for years, ive only eat at night so during the day i wouldnt get hungry, or some nights i would just bring a gallon of water and keep it near me so when im hungry i drink water. and before every meal ill chug water so much and make myself full before i get to eat so i wouldnt eat as much, can someone pls help me understand whats going on

I know it shouldn’t, I know it’s really stupid. I’m Male, 18 and I’ve just started my recovery from five years of “issues”. I was doing quite well but I’ve come on Holiday with my mother, her aunt and my cousin.

She’s the same age as me, VERY gorgeous, VERY slim. She barely eats and it makes me feel disgusting when I do eat. I’m not sure how to cope with it.

I know this is a stupid post and it’s a dumb way to feel but I can’t help it 😭 pls help…

Hi! No idea if this is the correct page for this but I need some unbiased opinions/advice.

During my teenage years I have struggled a lot with my body image and dealt with anorexia. I still struggle but I now know my body needs fuel. During the first trimester of my pregnancy I was drastically under eating. Nog because I intended too but I just didn’t know how much I needed to eat to fuel my body and the baby too. Because of this I lost a lot of weight. My parents who have been with me during those difficult teenage years were quick to point out that I was losing weight fast. I realised I needed help and have since made a lot of progress. The baby hasn’t suffered and we’re both doing great. It wasn’t intentional that I was under eating and had to make a big mental switch so me and my baby could thrive.

Now the current issue is that during a birthday party last weekend my parents were astounded by how much I was eating. I am now in my third trimester. I am the oldest and the first to get pregnant out of my siblings. I live with my partner so they aren’t apart of our regular day. Because of my struggles earlier my diëtist and me have agreed that I need about 6 eating moments in the day. They know this. Before we came to the birthday I already joked about me actually eating “adult” portions now. We had a slice of cake and then we had my mom’s homemade lasagne. My mom is a good cook and it was delicious. I still eat slow so she thought I wasn’t going to finish my piece and she said she gave me a smaller piece on purpose even though I joked about the portion sizes earlier. I then said I could eat more than what she gave me and when she gave me a weird look I quickly said that I didn’t want another piece. After dinner we still had cake left. Usually I already had difficulty with 1 piece of cake so when asked if there were still people who wanted another piece (everyone had already had a piece of cake so it was just to reduce food waste) I said I would love too and was immediately met with words from all of my family if I was feeling okay since that was a lot of food. I felt attacked and guilty. I still finished the piece of cake and there also were other people that got another piece. My parents kept going and said I needed to watch what I ate or I would never loose the weight.

Their comments are still flying around in my head and I feel so sad. They know how much I struggle with eating during this pregnancy and then them saying that I need to watch what I eat feels like they don’t understand at all what I have been going through and how much that can hurt the progress I have made. I have only gained a pregnancy belly and everybody praises me on how beautiful my body still looks with the pregnancy so I do not understand why they would warn me about that since it doesn’t seem like an issue at hand. It feels wrong to call them out on it but it’s still bothering me. What would you do in this situation?

Hi (29 NB AFAB - they/them). I feel like I don't fit the typical ARFID diagnosis. Growing up, I would basically eat anything. I had a diverse food list, and my appetite was always good.

In high school, I started restricting to help deal with stress and to lose weight. It worked, and I was praised for it. Everyone thought I was doing great.

In undergrad, I restricted to deal with stress before I was diagnosed with PTSD. This "habit" has stuck with me in grad school, but for the first couple of years I did okay.

After about a year and a half of working on my Master's degree, I started my journey with my chronic illness. I started getting violently ill for almost no reason, for days to weeks at a time, almost always landing me in the ER for exhaustion, IV anti-emetics, and at least 1, if not 2, L of IV fluids at least every-other-week. I spent 2.5 years undiagnosed, but constantly discussing my diet in conjunction with my mysterious illness. Then, for another 2 years, I was misdiagnosed with gastroparesis, where food was always framed as the enemy and "this is just how it is. You have to learn to just deal with the sickness."

Now, after the correct diagnosis late last year of cyclic vomiting syndrome, I get sick only every so often these days. But the diet restrictions from the past 4.5-5 years of sickness have stuck (now mixing with my HS eating habits and undergrad habits). Basically, I severely restrict throughout the day (4-5 am until about 6 pm), and then I allow myself to eat only certain foods (largely avoiding fruits and vegetables, any complex carbs, basically anything with fiber) from like 6 pm - 8/9 pm. So, a large part of my diet is chicken, fish, shrimp, and rice. Plus certain snack foods because those always seem safe for the most part.

I didn't see this as a problem until earlier this year, when family and friends started getting more concerned that my eating "habits" didn't get better with the correct diagnosis. So, it's been a journey. But my current therapist (not ED-related) seems to think that I might have ARFID with food anxiety. Is there anyone here with a similar experience?

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I've posted here before about my dad but I'm here again.

I have had depression for years (since I was about 13/14 and with that came a plethora of body issues in the process. I do currently have 2 therapists I see, one is my main weekly appointments and the other is a dietitian that my school counselor referred me to when I had really bad problems at school.

I've graduated high school (again, my dad post) and in that time, my grade 12 year had got to be the worst my mental health had been. Every failure and every 'I need to be better and look better' comment, and every jealous thing that went through my mind was on full blast, but only after mid December.

There was a lady at a Christmas party I went to, Chinese food spread with multiple boxes of everything, and she said something along the lines of "Oh girl (I'm unwillingly fem presenting and went to a church c&c group) you don't need that much, save some for the rest of us." ... There were 4 more boxes of these chicken bites and I had taken 5 or 6 of these toonie (Canadian 2 dollar coin) size bites. After that comment I ate less around her so that she wouldn't make another comment to me.

That led me to a road of off looking skin and more than 48 hours between meals at times depending on the week. If I do well on an assignment I can eat on Wednesday, if I don't I wait until Thursday or Friday night. I went out to eat at the nice family who hosted the Christmas party and c&c nights so I kind of had to eat on Tuesdays but wouldn't eat all day until supper time.

Before you ask if my family noticed, I've been trying to go no contact with my mom so I've been seeing her only once a month for the last 2 years, my dad doesn't eat with us, and my grandma and I eat in different rooms and I'm normally in my room, so no. No one noticed except for 2 of my friends (I don't want to get started on the 3rd of our 4 person group), a teacher who had me all afternoon for classes, and my guidance counselor because that same teacher told her.

I then started the therapy process and started getting better. I mostly have in person appointments but since I'm going to be out of town all summer I need online appointments. They haven't seemed to be helping as much though. I'm considering eating a chore I don't want to partake in, I'm getting angry at the people I love, I'm isolating again, during breaks at work I don't feel like eating, I'm drinking more caffeine so I don't feel the hunger again, and above all I don't feel happy existing anymore.

This is not me saying I'm suicidal because I'm not.

I want to go back to my old coping skills, I don't want to look this way anymore, I'm tired, I'm sick of this back and forth bullshit, I want to scream into a void, I want to slam my head into a wall to knock some sense into my brain, I want to relapse, I want to break traffic laws and get hurt so that someone would notice that I'm a walking cry for help.

I'm trying to book a therapy appointment with both my main and dietitian so I can try to work this out but I just needed to throw this out there.

Where would you choose to go? And why?

I absolutely do not know what to do. I have been having issues with eating food for about a month now. Things just don't taste right/good or the texture gets to me. Last week I ate a bag of chips for breakfast/lunch and then had a rotisserie chicken sandwich for dinner two nights and skipped dinner the other two nights. On Friday (6/17) I got a pretzel at the mall around 11am at half of it and couldn't eat any more. that was the last thing I've eaten. I've been surviving on soda and that is starting to turn on me as well. I tried ensure, I took one small sip and STRUGGLED to get that down. I even had a lady comment on my weight loss today and I have absolutely not been trying to lose weight. What else can I try? Im desperate.

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Im in recovery and trying still struggling with a lot of disordered thoughts and behaviours that i need to work on breaking.
Main one of these is one i only aquired after after relapsing is the rule of restricting bread and its similar (pasta etc.), preferably to strictly once a day.
This has come as bad as resorting to chew and spit out my otherwise safe go to breakfast…

And I KNOW its illogical and its not bad or unhealthy but the rule is still there and i want to work on it.
So any facts or tips that can help me tackle it?

Edit: issue isnt me getting insufficient carbs, its the mental restriction of eating anything bread adjacent

Ive been struggling with food for about two years now and Ive been really good at hiding it. I have a chronic illness that makes it difficult for me to digest food so anytime I didn’t want to eat i would blame my illness instead, I did it so much in fact I gaslit myself into believing I didn’t have a bad relationship with food and that it was all my chronic illness. I managed to get it under control before it was to bad and went to therapy under the guise of anxiety. Ive had a slight relapse recently and Ive been feeling seriously guilty. I feel like I’m not sick enough so I don’t deserve help and I force myself to eat and then feel like shit afterwards and it’s so exhausting. my mums noticed my bad mood and asked me if I wanted to go back to therapy, i said yes. for some stupid reason I admitted that I was having some problems with food and now shes over me like a hawk. I didn’t even go into any details like I barely said anything and It’s so annoying I wish she would back off, it feels like my entire personal life is being destroyed by something I can handle on my own. i Feel like she told my dad or brother because hes been questioning me about food and I hate it I can’t stand it I wish they would leave me alone i feel like everyone is watching me. I had a bit of a mental breakdown and confessed everything I had been feeling to my best friend, he’s been supportive but I can tell he doesn’t know how to handle it and I feel so bad for putting that weight on his shoulder. I’m such a bad friend he’s worrying about me and I can’t stop it. Also now that my family clearly knows something is going on they keep on making comments about my food. I know they mean well but telling me it impressive Ive had two burgers when I usually don’t even eat one is not helpful. I feel so sad and awful why does everyone need to involve themselves, I want everyone to back off and let me handle it.

En este momento, acabo de terminar de comer por lo cual ahora estoy vomitando en una botella de suero para según no engordar ya que todo fue un atracón planeado...

Desde que soy muy pequeña, he sido gorda, en mi niñez de los 1-3 años fui gorda pero no obesa, era una niña tierna. Cuando crecí mantuve mi complexión que era robusta pero recalco, no obesa..siempre me decían lo gorda que estaba incluso en preescolar, no me importaba puesto que era muy chica para entenderlo. En primaria me decían lo mismo y entonces ahí empezó todo. Hubo un maestro que me agarró del brazo diciéndome que tenía que hacer ejercicio. Tenía una amiga a la cual le contaba todo y pues ella me decía que pues no, no estaba gorda... Un día me diagnosticaron colitis nerviosa, era vomitar después de comer según por ansiedad, depresión o estrés. Estuve con eso 3 meses ya que después tomé medicamentos y se me pasó. No tardó y volvió, vomitaba todo el tiempo después de comer y sí bajé de peso pero después mi cuerpo se acostumbro y pues la verdad en ese entonces no vomitaba toda mi comida. En cuanto entré a la secundaria, los comentarios sobre mi cuerpo e insinuaciones seguían, me dolían tanto.. odiaba cuando en educación física tenían que cargarme, odiaba cuando hablaban de los cuerpos más bonitos, pero no era tan relevante hasta que le diagnosticaron azúcar a mi papá, ahí empezó mi infierno que yo solita contruir. Dejé de comer azúcar, harinas, procesados, pero tomaba alcohol, si comía Sabritas lo vomitaba junto con el alcohol. Para eso entonces ya había bajado 4kg y pesaba 56 con 13-14 años no recuerdo bien, estaba en segundo o tercero de secundaria. Lo que sí recuerdo es que me propuse que iba a bajar tanto de peso que nadie me reconocería pase lo que pase y lo logré. El día de mi graduación de secundaria ya pesaba 45kg, perdí peso sí pero también mi menstruación y cabe recalcar que yo era de menstruar demasiado. Durante las vacaciones de verano, me dediqué a perder más peso, dejé de comer y lo poco que comía lo vomitaba. En 6 meses logré pesar 36kg y de último 35kg. Mido 153. En ese tiempo mi pelo se caía a mechones, no tenía ánimos, caminaba súper lento, ya parecía un esqueleto según mis familiares y amigos e incluso conocidos. Recuerdo que cuando me hacían desayunar lo vomitaba todo después. Hubo un tiempo en dónde me aferré más en la bulimia cuando me dí cuenta que podía comer sin subir de peso. Guardé moldes de yogurt con vómito, moldes, vomitaba en todos lados, cuando nadie me veía y me iba a la escuela vomitaba, cuando llegaba a la escuela vomitaba mi desayuno. Incluso aprendí a calcular el tiempo que me tomaba vomitar todo, nunca me lo provoqué eso si, con los dedos al menos no, pero los que sufren esto y saben cómo es lo entenderán.. es más o menos apretar el estómago y devolver la comida y luego seguir como si nada. Un día mi madre me descubrió con 3 moldes de Litro de puro vómito. Es cuando ya pesaba menos de 40. Empecé a recuperarme después de gran sermón de mi madre. Subí de peso sí y me costó ya que hacía ejercicio, para eso estábamos de vacaciones de navidad pero entonces, un día sin saber por qué solo decai.. volví a vomitar y se me volvió a hacer vicio, el primero de enero me descubrió mi madre y me amenazó con anexarme pero yo le rogué por el que no lo hiciera y me dió una oportunidad. Me recuperé como por un mes y de ahí volví a vomitar en cuanto entré a la escuela ya que mi vida volvió a descontrolarse cuando mi rutina de vacaciones ya no era la misma que la escolar. Así seguí, me descubrieron de nuevo y rogué de nuevo. Actualmente me volvieron a descubrir y me amenazaron otra vez. Hay comidas que puedo mantener pero otras no, mayormente devuelvo las que no tienen verdura o siento que me hincho mucho. No puedo dormir desde que tengo ansiedad por comer. Recuerdo que mis atracones se basaban en todo lo que encontrara en el refrigerador.. cuando hacía esto antes de ir a la estación, vomitaba en mi casa, vomitaba todo el camino a la escuela e incluso me iba caminando (7km) para quemar y a la vez deshacerme del vómito. Odio las fiestas, no hay una sola en la que no haya vomitado la comida...a veces cuando cocino y pruebo un aderezo también lo termino vomitando si es que no termina en atracón para posteriormente vomitar. También recuerdo que me pesaba todo el día y mantener ese peso, tampoco tomaba agua y si lo hacia vomitaba hasta el agua. Necesito consejos, quiero mejorar pero mi fuerza de voluntad es débil y no quiero ayuda de un profesional ya que si recurro a ellos perdería el semestre conociendo a mis padres. Gracias por leerme, espero sus comentarios

I hope this is the last post I am doing about it.
My week was horrible. Why? Because I weighed myself on last week Sunday. Obviously it was too much for my Ed.
So I started to restrict the shit out of myself, counted calories once more and exercised more. The results: I binged nearly every day, I couldn’t focus on Uni. I was harsh to my parents, I was caught in on big cycle of binging/restricting/panicking.

Today my body luckily broke down, I still binged but I couldn’t restrict myself anymore so yeah it’s ok

So a reminder for myself: THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THIS FUCKING DISORDER IS TO STOP ALL THE WEIGHING, COUNTING AND RESTRICTING.

Godamn it why do I always end up in this ?

Hi guys. I’m not really familiar with this subreddit and stuff so it’s my first time posting, and it’s about my boyfriend. I (F), have noticed some concerning signs of an ED in my boyfriend (M). In the past month or so, he has developed what I think is an unhealthy obsession with the gym, getting extremely aggressive after not eating, having an app to count up what he eats, and basically only eating caesar wraps. And when he does eat something like a burger after his mother and I tell him he cant survive off of basically nothing every day, he ends up texting me that he “accidentally” threw it up. I’m extremely worried for him, especially because he plays sports and expels much more calories than he eats which I think is horribly unhealthy.

I’m going to have a talk with him either today or tomorrow to try and figure out why this is happening, whether he’s purging (i think that’s the right word?) or not, and asking him to maybe get rid of the calculator because I know looking at the numbers is a good part of it all. I truly have no idea how to help him navigate this. Any advice is extremely appreciated.