Bulimia Days

At 18, when my relationship finished with Tim, so began my relationship with Bulimia, my new found friend as a substitute for love.  I remember the first time it happened; I was in Llandudno at my Aunty's house and went out to see a show with a boy (who liked me), watching Michael Barrymore.  I felt really pressured into kissing this guy which I didn't want to do and when I came back I remember eating 3 Twix's in a row and then thinking "I'm going to get fat" so was sick down the toilet.  Obviously not very good at hiding my bulimia, my Aunty promptly rang my Mum and to pardon the pun, my Mum was worried sick and confronted me when I got home.

So began many years of abuse and therapy.  I was in a rehab centre which also had anorexics, two of which died whilst I was there.  I never believed that there was anything wrong with me however and I all I got from rehab was that I kept falling in love with all the Doctors there; I was obviously quite delusional at this point and throwing up daily as well as drinking but it was the food that was the issue at the time. 

Gradually I seemed to get a bit better and got a job as a Doctors Receptionist.  This didn't last for very long as I was pinching money to spend on my habit and promptly was dismissed (not surprising of course). 

After that came the days of Hospital Radio in the 80's which were great fun and I stumbled across it because I loved music and loved Tim who I had been going out with when he joined.  Both Tim and Philip were both would be DJ's and regularly did stints for pubs and clubs as soon as they hit 18 so Tim and I joined the radio station to see where it would take us.  However, when Tim and split up, he stopped going but I continued.

It was a great place to be and there were so many people there that I made a whole new set of friends.  I enjoyed going up to the wards and taking requests from all the patients and also DJing and presenting a few times with my own show, although to be honest, I wasn't particularly good at it!!!

At this time, my drinking had moved on from the 4 pack every night (hidden from the parents obviously) and going out clubbing at the weekend and getting completely blitzed, to really hard core partying nearly every night.  I had a job as a Shorthand Typist in the middle of Newcastle but both my drinking and my bulimia were out of control.

I am surprised I even managed to keep any jobs as the amount of time I spent clubbing and partying got worse.  I remember seducing a guy from a company called Trendsetters (first time I had ever met him), went on a date with him, slept with him and then came back into work at 8am looking like death warm up.

Whilst I was still in my job, at Hospital Radio I was managing to sleep my way around most of the DJ's and was developing a bit of a reputation for being an easy girl.  However, even through all of this, I did manage to have a relationship with a boy called Phil who I went out with for 6 months.  However, he wouldn't sleep with me and I soon got bored and went on to pastures new.

The next phase I like to call "Bandgate"