I’m a hoarder sometimes. Recently, due to a financial break-down and loss of pretty well all of my material possessions, I’ve had to significantly downsize and ‘purge’ myself of files, paperwork, books, furniture, belongings. It was difficult in some instances, particularly parting with certain objects that had sentimental value, but once done, it was like a cleansing. While foraging through the myriad of boxes, I put aside the literature that was most important. Files of this and that of my children growing up, boxes of the manuscripts I wrote, and the letters I have saved (never threw any out) since I was 11 years old. I like going back through them now and again. I even have notes that were passed around in class when I was in high school. These and all my personal pictures were treasures I kept, the autographed books from Arthur Miller, Tom Wolfe, Leo Buscaglia (and tons of letters from Leo too!), signed pictures from Clint Eastwood, Dick Van Dyke, Cher, James Stewart, etc. and a small inventory of furniture to house me in this small apartment. One bunk bed, one television that my nephew sat on for me because it was a great price, coffee table, cot, dining room table, two bookshelves, two dressers, some shoes, some clothes, some videos. My only weakness is technology. I have to myself (but share in my complex) three laptops, two desktops, two printers, an iPad, a digital microscope, and a few other small digital toys. But that’s it. One small truck load. While going through my stuff, I came across some literature dating back close to the time I began my bulimia. Well, it was actually 6 years after I began, but to me, that is still ‘early’ seeing as I had it for 30 years! Anyway, so I thought I would share some of the historic literature here. Just a note, I will be covering one part that I found in a letter to a friend that was never delivered. In it I wrote …”I became somewhat anorexic at this time. At 5’9″ I weighed 110 pounds. The only difference is that I knew I was skinny, whereas most anorexics never feel that way. It was driving my parents nuts and I lavished in their anger.” I want to expand on this, as I had not thought of it much until I found this letter. So attached to start is a letter from Michael Reese Hospital and Medical Center in Illinois. I had read an article (included) and written to them and they responded (included) – Letters From Michael Reese Hopital 1986. Both documents are attached in that link in .pdf. The year? 1986. 25 years ago. If you have any comments, please submit them. I will be posting a couple more “back in time” ‘s. Please share your thoughts.