I didn't need to hide it. From a very early age Mum fed me chocolate 'rainbow' drops …….. chocolate kept me alive. I don't remember food as such, I did have years when I ate 'within normal limits' because I had hollow legs

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At my lowest weight: 5st : C.mas 1970 : Mum threatened to take me to the GP but didn't follow through. Too late, she told me a GP would laugh so NO WAY would I have gone, by then I was going to Surgery without a parent present. I never lost having periods though [bugga

]. I ate enough to remain upright. I ate a lot of Milk of Magnesia to stop my guts growling with the thought that it would stop me vomiting

- I kept that Company in funds for years

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DH got to know as we grew together. We have code words when I need to leave a situation because the phobia is taking over. If I don't feel well enough we cancel invites when necessary. There are events I no longer put myself through even if it's expected by others = less anxiety.
I was 7st 2 when we married and remained at 6st 2 for over 25 years not that I stepped on the scales often. We lived an active Life-style - lots of walking, cycling, swimming, hill walking …….. but I DREADED eating with friends because most Cultures take time preparing and sharing food and in my 18s/20s/30s I didn't like to turn it down. Now we are all older no one seems to notice when we are out that I don't eat/much.
In the 1990s I did notice an engrained parental habit when my nephew was 2/3 years old and staying with his Grandparents: my Dad kept saying 'eat a little more for me' when it was obvious he didn't want food. I could see old habits beginning

….. it made my blood run cold. My sister was at the table stuffing her face and told me later that she didn't notice, my nephew left the room ……… he and I had a little chat later.
It was safer not to eat much as there wasn't much to come back. My GP asked my weight last week but I had no idea, he put me onto the scales and apparently what ever it is, is OK
