I am ok talking about it. It started when I was 13 with a diet. Silly really, another girl was going on a diet and I decided to follow suit. I was troubled already though at this point. But it wasn't too bad until I was 17, when I got worse. I left school 2 weeks before my final exams and the doctor diagnosed anorexia. It was easy to do, I suppose. I was intelligent enough to work everything out.. I loved making lists anyway, I now made lists of calories for everything and spent my days reading every calorie counter I could get my hands on. I suppose that is pretty aspergers, heh. I started abusing laxatives, and I avoided people like the plague. I didnt mix much anyway, but I became downright unpleasant at this point around anyone who visited me, and a few girls did. I dont remember this, but my mother told me.
At 18, I dropped down to 74ibs and I am 5'10. The village doctor had never had a case of anorexia, so he did not take any action other than to tell my parents I had 24 hours to live if I didn't start eating. I guess I got frightened as I did start eating and for a short time I was ok. But once I started college, a btec in performing arts, I went downhill again. I left due to an issue with an older male on the course, and from 19 until 25, I was on and off laxatives. I stayed at around 118 ibs until I started working in London in the theatre after my parents split up. I didnt cope too well with the pressure and the people I suppose as I went a little crazy. I got back into weighing myself several times a day on different scales, I would go around trying on clothes to see if I could fit the smallest, my every waking moment was consumed with thoughts of my weight and my laxatives. I was taking 70 of them a day. Eventually, my kidneys failed and I was rushed into hospital. But I was manipulative and totally addicted and even in hospital they gave me laxatives as I threatened to pull my drip out if they didn't. I was back in twice more with kidney failure before I stopped taking the things. I started to improve when I found a new obsession to lose myself in, Doctor Who. My weight went up, I stopped taking the laxatives and was ok. I met my ex, moved to a new location, briefly went back to having eating issues but I have been fairly stable now for 4 years, although I still have body image issues and still try and keep a firm control of my weight.
I recently read that 18% of those with anorexia also fulfil the criteria for aspergers, interestingly. It is another obsession really, isn't it