About a year ago, I gave a lunch talk to a group of family lawyers. I talked about drug addiction. Everyone nodded. I talked about alcoholism, and everyone knew someone. I talked about my two decades plus struggle with anorexia, then bulimia dating back to my freshman year at Penn State, through law school, and while a practicing attorney. People looked at me like I was from Mars. I asked for a show of hands of how many in the room had never heard a male actually talk about having an eating disorder. Many hands went up.
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