Hello to you all viewers of this post, I'm a 19 year old men who has had quite a difficult story for the past 5 years.
5 years ago, I could say I was the "happy chubby boy", a joyful, funny and outspoken fella who I could say lived happily. When I turned 14 or soon after and I was maturing, those comments, jokes, etc... done about my physique started affecting me to the point that I began to hide myself from people, I hid behind facemasks, I didn't want photos taken of me, I wore baggier clothes... and also decided to take action by losing lots and lots of weight without telling my parents beforehand so I rapidly lost weight and also started slowly but steadily getting into muscle building, firstly the typical "secret room workouts" planks... pushups... squats.... After sometime I began telling it to my parents who helped me acquire some dumbells and bunch of other light equipment to help me plus some here and there assistance from a family friend who was and still is a personal trainer. After quite sometime, I regained some trust in myself but something began changing... even though I was more confident and even happier... after some years I began to truly lose contact with friends. Looking back I quietly but steadily began to distance myself from my family, friends... (so I barely made any new friends after 16~ years old) and I could even say from myself.
Now I'm 19, a month back I weighted all my food, tracked all my macros, almost never missed a day at the gym that I needed to go, barely ate things out of my diet or when I did I somewhat did it without enjoying it, walking 15.000 more or less steps every single day, all of this combined with the fact that I didn't weight myself out of fear from what I weighted (obviously I wanted to weight more than what I did) and because of many recent discussions with my parents that really really went bad (you can't even imagine) instances where we all found ourselves crying, my father telling me he could not stand it anymore, my mother harming herself and making threats of further hurting herself... I'm now almost alone in all of this, I barely hangout with people and find myself in the computer, walking secretly in the garden to at least do 5.000 steps, training in my room secretly to try to maintain something and eating way way way above my maintenance calories because my parents are forcing me to do so under threats of further punishment or kicking me out of house; I have lost almost all interests in prior hobbies I had, airsoft, re-enactment, playing the guitar, reading.
My parents have always told me they are proud of me, I'm a good student, I always try to display love to them, I always help them, give them little treats every day, smile whenever I feel like it, and I admit I truly love them.
But I have to tell you all that I ain't a saint, I have lied LOTS of time to my parents about fake hangouts to calm them down, eating and drinking lots of water to put on weight fast before they made me step in the scale, telling them I ate something I didn't or telling them I didn't weight my food.
Now I am lost, I know I'm probably a bad person and son, but also, I can't remove out of my head that yeah, I became obsessed by putting my physique first above all other things in my life, I know want to change but I think this ain't the way, I'm at the verge of running away because of me and because of them, because by harming myself unconsciously I've also hurt those I love the most.
If someone wants to talk to me, ask me anything... whatever, please, I beg it, contact me.
Thanks beforehand.
Hope you all have a truly wonderful day, night or whatever it is wherever you are. Love