If I was my own mother I would not say ‘go for a blood test and you might as well get some anti-depressants’.
I would say ‘I know you’ve been feeling struggling and feeling alone at uni, but your home now and your safe. Whatever you’re going through we can work through it together and I’m here to support you and to love you no matter what. I might not understand but that doesn’t mean I won’t be here for you.’
I wouldn’t say ‘you need to eat more. If you don’t feel like eating just eat in front of the tv.’ I would say ‘we can spend some time together at the weekend when I’m not tired from work planning some healthy meals together and going shopping. We need to encourage you to enjoy food again. We can cook together and make it a fun experience. I will encourage you to try new foods (eating and baking) and won’t disregard your ideas, just because they don’t contain meat or because they’re something new.’
I would suggest having an open and honest relationship and even if this was not possible at least try and get me some fucking help because lord knows I’ve asked.
