Amalia knows Maggie’s eating disorder is becoming severe, and makes it her mission to learn all she can to get Maggie the help she needs. Amalia and Dawn try to talk to Maggie but can’t seem to get the words right. Amalia’s mom suggests that Maggie go to a therapist she knows, but Maggie will only go if Amalia goes with her.
The healing process is going to be slow, and meanwhile Vanish has its first paying gig to play. Between Maggie and the band, Amalia has a lot to take care of. In fact, there’s so much to do that it seems like there’s not a lot of time left over for her own life.
This ebook features an illustrated personal history of Ann M. Martin, including rare images from the author’s collection.
Amalia: Diary Two is the 9th book in the California Diaries, which also includes Maggie: Diary Two and Ducky: Diary Two.
Amalia knows Maggie’s eating disorder is becoming severe, and makes it her mission to learn all she can to get Maggie the help she needs. Amalia and Dawn try to talk to Maggie but can’t seem to get the words right. Amalia’s mom suggests that Maggie go to a therapist she knows, but Maggie will only go if Amalia goes with her.
The healing process is going to be slow, and meanwhile Vanish has its first paying gig to play. Between Maggie and the band, Amalia has a lot to take care of. In fact, there’s so much to do that it seems like there’s not a lot of time left over for her own life.
This ebook features an illustrated personal history of Ann M. Martin, including rare images from the author’s collection.
Amalia: Diary Two is the 9th book in the California Diaries, which also includes Maggie: Diary Two and Ducky: Diary Two.
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Amalia knows Maggie’s eating disorder is becoming severe, and makes it her mission to learn all she can to get Maggie the help she needs. Amalia and Dawn try to talk to Maggie but can’t seem to get the words right. Amalia’s mom suggests that Maggie go to a therapist she knows, but Maggie will only go if Amalia goes with her.
The healing process is going to be slow, and meanwhile Vanish has its first paying gig to play. Between Maggie and the band, Amalia has a lot to take care of. In fact, there’s so much to do that it seems like there’s not a lot of time left over for her own life.
This ebook features an illustrated personal history of Ann M. Martin, including rare images from the author’s collection.
Amalia: Diary Two is the 9th book in the California Diaries, which also includes Maggie: Diary Two and Ducky: Diary Two.
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ISBN-13: | 9781453298169 |
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Publisher: | Open Road Media |
Publication date: | 03/25/2014 |
Series: | California Diaries Series , #9 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
Pages: | 160 |
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Amalia: Diary Two
California Diaries
By Ann M. Martin, Stieg Retlin
OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA
Copyright © 1998 Ann M. MartinAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-9816-9
CHAPTER 1
Wednesday 9/23
Study hall
Nbook, you are not going to believe what magazine I have in front of me.
Teen'zine.
I hate Teen'zine. 99% of the articles are about guys and zits. ("How to Tell Them Apart" might be a truly useful piece.)
I know, I should be doing h.work, not wandering around the periodical rack. But I'm bored.
Anyway, my eye catches a title on the cover, right under "Where Your Favorite Celebs Shop" and "Banish That Blemish":
You Don't Have an Eating
Disorder—But Your Friend Does
Well, maybe. I can't help but think about Maggie.
She is so thin, Nbook. Much thinner than when I first met her. And she doesn't eat a thing at lunch.
I'm leafing through the article. It's full of headings and subheadings and testimonials from kids who have survived all these disorders.
Extreme cases. Anorexics who have almost starved themselves to death. Bulimics who wrecked their digestive systems from throwing up too much.
I read about "binge-eating disorder" (out-of-control eating), "anorexia athletica" (starving yourself because you're preoccupied with exercise), "night-eating syndrome" (starving during the day but binge-eating at night), "nocturnal sleep-related disorder" (starving during the day but eating in a half-asleep, half-awake state).
Suddenly I feel very full.
The article's pretty hopeful, though. It talks about successful treatment, kids who've gone on to lead normal lives, etc.
Okay. What about Maggie?
Anorexic, or just a nervous stomach?
I don't know.
Bedtime
10:30 or so
Cut out from Teen'zine, September issue:
How Can I Tell if My Friend Has an Eating Disorder?
Answer yes or no.
1. Is your friend preoccupied with food?
2. Is she/he preoccupied with her/his appearance?
3. Does he/she take frequent trips to the restroom?
4. Have you noticed your friend purchasing large amounts of food that vanish quickly?
5. Have you noticed the smell of vomit in the restroom after she/he has used it? Has your friend:
6. Lost or gained a significant amount of weight?
7. Developed a severe diet or abnormal eating habits?
8. Remained dissatisfied with his/her weight, despite the weight loss?
9. Become socially isolated and/or depressed?
3, 4, and 5 came out no.
But in this questionnaire all the eating disorders are lumped together. 3, 4, and 5 refer to bulimia (which Maggie definitely doesn't have) and binge eating (which I've never seen her do).
Every other question, Nbook, is a yes.
So, according to this, Maggie may actually have anorexia.
Hold it.
Don't jump to conclusions, Vargas.
These magazines exaggerate.
I can't believe she's that far gone.
11:53 P.M.
Sleepless in Palo City
Yes, I can.
Thursday, 9/24
7:34 A.M.
Me, zonked but determined
5:01 P.M.
You know what I wish, Nbook? I wish I knew how to talk. I mean really talk, not blabber. Express what's on my mind, with the right words, in full sentences. The way Sunny and Dawn do. And of course the way my beloved sister, Saint Isabel the Perfect, does.
Maybe I should just draw every-thing I want to say. Stop talking completely. Then I'd stay out of trouble.
Today, for instance.
Maggie and I hang out at the Vista Hills Mall. After reading that article, I'm looking at her differently than I used to. Noticing things. Like (1) She's constantly gazing at herself in mirrors and sucking in her stomach (such as it is). (2) She changes the subject when I suggest a snack in the food court. (3) She's being really weird about clothes.
We're browsing in Carswell-Hayes. I find this retro '70s skirt—very cool, very Maggie—so I hold it up. She feels the material and makes a face. Then she says, "Too clingy" and turns away.
I'm not expecting this reaction. I mean, clingy dresses are made for figures like Maggie's. And size 4 is plenty big for her, anyway.
This is what I mean, Nbook. She thinks she's too fat. I'm thinking, Is this bizarre or what?
But it's not bizarre at all. It's typical behavior of an anorexic. I know that from the article.
So. Time to talk, right?
Right.
But I don't want to be obvious. I figure I'll lead into it gently. In a roundabout way.
I talk about clothes. I talk about movies. TV. CDs. Homework.
We have a lovely conversation. About nothing. Then we go home.
And now I feel like a total chicken.
Me. Loudmouthed, opinionated, honest Amalia.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
5:21
James is wrong with me. That's what.
He changed me. Made me guarded. Cautious.
True, we didn't go out for very long. True, I broke up with him when he turned into an abusive jerk.
But you know what, Nbook? "Breaking up" is the wrong phrase. You don't break. Not totally. Not when the breakee still wants to get back together. And he sends you notes and puts little unwanted gifts in your locker and stares at you in the hallway and generally makes your life tense and miserable.
After awhile, the fire is sucked out of you.
Well, no more. Today I stop feeling sorry for myself.
Face it, Vargas. Things aren't as bad as they used to be. James is fading. The notes have stopped. He's losing interest. Which is exactly what I've wanted.
No more excuses. It's back to the Old Amalia.
I tell Mami my thoughts about Maggie. She says, "It's never too late to talk to her." I say, "I'll take her to dinner at Body-Soul Joy." And she says, "I'll drive you."
I am so glad I have a mom like her.
So I call Maggie right away. B-SJ is supermacrobiotic, low fat, etc., and I'm sure it's about the only restaurant she'll even think of entering.
She says no thanks. But I insist.
And I win.
We're meeting there at 6:30. Between now and then, I'm going back to that Teen'zine article. Especially the section about how to talk to your friend.
Details tonight.
9:27 P.M.
Everything's perfect. We get a table outside, on the sidewalk, where we can people watch. Leonardo DiCaprio is our waiter (well, a clone, anyway). The smells from the kitchen are making me drool.
I'm a little nervous. The truth is, even though Maggie and I have become pretty good friends, we're just not that close yet. We've never really confided in each other.
I'm trying to ignore all that as Leo brings our menus.
She's embarrassed, uncomfortable.
I'm remembering all the stuff I read in Teen'zine. I'm supposed to
Focus on Maggie, not on her eating.
Ask questions for clarification.
Be supportive and caring.
Understand that recovery is her responsibility, not mine.
Use "I" statements: "I feel like I'm losing you." "I'm afraid you're going to hurt yourself."
I'm NOT supposed to
Nag.
Criticize.
Pry.
Control.
Give advice unless asked.
Give "You" statements, like "You need help." (Especially stay away from "You're too thin." This is encouraging her, telling her what she wants to hear. Also, for future reference, if she starts gaining, don't say "You look good with some extra weight." She'll just lose the weight again.)
That's all.
Nbook, it's easy enough to write this stuff. But try to remember it while you're having a conversation. Impossible.
Everything's jumbling up in my head. I'm totally tongue-tied.
It doesn't help that practically the whole restaurant can hear us.
So I stand up, take her arm, and we both leave. (Leo gives us a dirty look, but hey, he'll get over it.)
Maggie doesn't say a word until we reach the little park at the end of the block. We sit on a bench, near some sad-looking hedges.
Just like that, Nbook. She admits it.
A BIG step, according to the article.
I'm seeing something I've never seen before in Maggie. She looks vulnerable.
The confident, straight-A Girl of a Million Talents? Gone.
"I—I wasn't sure you knew that," I say.
"For a long time I didn't," Maggie replies, "or if I did, I was lying to myself. Then one night it hit me. My mom came home incredibly drunk. Like, staggering. She knocked over the angel statue in our family room and didn't even notice the shattered pieces under her feet. My dad went ballistic. He told her she needed to face her drinking problem. But she just stood there and said she didn't have a problem. Just denied it, over and over. So I started thinking, am I like that? Am I doing the same thing?"
"You're not that bad."
(Great work, Vargas. Insult her mom.)
"I don't want to be," Maggie says. "I want to stop before it gets worse. I'm starting to embarrass myself. Like at that restaurant."
"Don't worry. Next time we'll wear masks so the waiter won't recognize us."
Maggie barely cracks a smile. "I was feeling so much pressure. All that food going by. Knowing I had to order some."
I'm thinking, Pressure? (Don't worry, Nbook, I don't actually say that.)
"What do you mean?" I ask.
She tells me the vegetarian taco salad is maybe 700--800 calories. The whole-wheat rolls in the bread basket are 100 to 150 each, etc. etc. etc. She knows the calorie count for every-thing.
I suggest she should stop counting, because she looks great and doesn't need to lose any more weight.
She says that everyone tells her that.
"Maybe they have a point," I say as gently as I can.
"Maybe. I mean, I try to believe them. Sometimes I realize I'm being ridiculous. Then I break down and eat something fattening."
"Hey. You're human."
"I don't feel human. I feel disgusting and fat and bloated. I have to skip a few meals just to get back to the way I was."
"You could just pick a weight," I suggest. "You know, a target. Like, 110 or something. If you go below it, eat more; if you go above, eat less."
"It's not that easy, Amalia," she snaps. "Targets may work for you, but it's different for me. I have a problem, okay? You don't know what it feels like."
Wrong, Vargas.
Wrong.
Wrong.
I'm contradicting her. Nagging. Giving advice. "You" statements galore. Putting her on the defensive. Getting her mad. Exactly what the article said not to do.
But I notice what she has said. A problem. Those are her words, Nbook.
She really knows how serious it is. And that's important.
Hope. Hope. Hope.
I try to be positive. "Have you talked to anyone about your problem?" I ask.
"You."
"What about your dad and mom?"
Maggie looks at me as if I'm nuts. "My mom hasn't even noticed anything's wrong. Once or twice a week, when she's sober, she says, 'I am so jealous of your figure.' Dad knows something's up. He says I'm dieting too much. But he's the last person I'd talk to about this."
That is so sad, Nbook. I can't imagine not going to Mami and Papi with my problems.
I suggest she talk to her closest friends. Like Dawn and Ducky. (I almost mention Sunny, but I don't. Not the way she's been these days. She pushes everyone away.)
Maggie nods vaguely. "Maybe."
"One step at a time," I say.
"Yeah," Maggie answers with a tiny, sad smile.
Late
Don't know what time it is.
Can't sleep.
Thinking about you-know-who.
I was lucky today. I could have made Maggie worse. I could have lost a friend forever.
When I jabber away, I say all the wrong things. When I stop to think—when I try to be correct—sometimes I feel so phony. Like I'm trying to recite a textbook page.
Some friend I am.
Maggie's counting on me, Nbook. I'm the only one who knows what's on her mind.
What if she decides not to tell Ducky or Dawn, and I remain her only confidante?
I'm no expert. What if I give her the wrong advice?
I want to talk to Mami and Papi about this. But I can't betray Maggie.
I know what Mami would say: "Be yourself. Don't try to fix her problem—just listen, understand, and empathize."
Papi would say, "Knowledge is power. The more you know, the less you fear."
Okay. I can be a better listener. Empathizer. Whatever.
But I still don't know enough. If I understand her problem, I won't feel like such a dork.
Teen'zine is only a start.
I'll look for other info tomorrow.
Later
Why wait until tomorrow?
The Internet to the rescue.
(Duh. I couldn't have thought of this before?)
'Bye, Nbook. See you in cyberspace.
Fri., 9/25
Homeroom
I'm tired.
But I'm wired.
Lots to report. I'm up past 1:00 last night. I download tons of stuff. It's all sitting on my desk.
And I remember it.
Here it is, Nbook, while it's still fresh.
IMPORTANT
Anorexia is not only a problem. It's an attempt to solve a perceived problem, even though the "solution" becomes a worse problem.
Anorexics feel that their lives are out of control. By not eating, they're establishing control over their bodies.
Anorexics feel unheard and misunderstood. If you try to change their outlook, even by giving them pep talks, they may feel "talked at." Empathy works best.
They also feel lots of shame. About their eating. About their bodies. About all their personal flaws. They need to find out that someone can know the worst about them and still care about them.
Persistence is important. Recovered anorexics say they appreciate friends and family members who don't give up.
More later.
Math
Anorexia notes
FACT: Eating disorders are tied to personality types. Esp. obsessive-compulsives. (Like MB.)
FACT: Personality types are partly genetic.
THEREFORE: Eating disorders are partly determined genetically.
Soc. stud.
FACT: Undereating can alter brain chemistry. Creates chemicals that give feeling of peace & happiness, makes habit even worse.
FACT: Anorexics are often perfectionists. Always feel inadequate, no matter how well they do. See things in black & white—"thin is good, thinnest is BEST."
FACT: They may have lots of anger but don't express it, because they want approval. So they turn the anger inward. Undereating is a form of anger at self.
FACT: They often come from success-oriented, pressured families—with parents who the kid feels are very critical.
FA
Lunch
That was not fun. You were almost confiscated in class, Nbook.
But I saved you.
Anyway, here's the FACT I was going to mention next before I was so rudely interrupted:
Sometimes a "trigger event" can get an anorexic started.
Like a new, unreasonable demand.
Well, guess what? Maggie Blume has a whole life of trigger events.
And it's not only family and school. She totally blew her big chance with her #1 crush, Justin Randall. I'm not entirely sure what happened. I can guess, though. I'm sure it had to do with Maggie's state of mind. Justin's a good guy, but how long can he be interested in a girl who's so hard on herself?
I'd be a basket case if this were me.
I don't know, Nbook. Maybe the girl's in more trouble than I thought.
Study hall
Dear [begin strikethrough]Jerk Idiot Hateful Person[begin strikethrough] James,
I don't know how you managed to open my locker.
I assume you were the one who put rose petals in my sketchbook.
First of all, I hate red roses.
They're boring. Plus, they stain. And you got them all over the place. In my science textbook. In my sneakers. Everywhere.
If you do that again, I will call the [begin strikethrough]police[begin strikethrough] assistant principal.
You are a [begin strikethrough]menace threat pain in the[begin strikethrough]
Home
3:56 P.M.
I end up not sending the letter.
I show it to Ducky after school. He's as angry as I am. He can't believe James is at it again.
But he tells me to work on the text more. He thinks it needs to be nastier.
Ducky hates James. Which makes perfect sense. James disses him all the time.
I will never understand why James does that. I mean, how can anyone diss Ducky? Because he doesn't act macho and dress like everyone else? Because he has an outrageous laugh and a wild sense of humor? He is totally adorable—always asking how you are, always trying to help out. So different from James "Enough about me, now let's discuss how you feel about me" Kodaly.
After school today, for instance, when Ducky sees me walking home, he insists on giving me a ride.
As we drive off, he puts on WPCZ, full blast. We're both singing along. Gossiping. Laughing.
I'm feeling so relaxed. Ducky's putting me at ease. Saying all the right things.
And then it occurs to me—Maggie should be here. She should be confiding in Ducky, not me.
He knows how to talk. He can ask questions without being obnoxious. Give advice without seeming to. Listen and listen and listen, as if you are the most important person in the world.
Maybe I'm just the wrong person for Maggie.
I almost tell about Maggie's problem. But I stop myself.
I can't. That would be betraying her. Talking behind her back.
She has to be the one to approach him.
Ducky stops in front of the house. I invite him inside. I figure, it's Friday, his parents are still in Ghana, he's probably facing another night of macaroni & ketchup with his brother. And I'm sure Mami and Papi won't mind having him over for dinner. Simon Big Tooth Lover Boy freeloads all the time. (OK, he's Isabel's boyfriend, but still.)
But Ducky's face darkens when I ask him to stay. He says he can't. He has to go to his friend Alex's. For "damage control." Meaning Alex is depressed and needs all the friends he can get.
I tell him Alex is lucky to have him as a friend.
Ducky appreciates that. It shows in his face.
Hmm.
What do you think, Nbook?
Me and Ducky?
Nahh.
4:31 P.M.
Maybe.
4:57
Nahh.
6:09
Nbook, I'm scared. And annoyed.
The first time the phone rings, I figure it's Rico canceling tomorrow's rehearsal or something.
When the person on the other end hangs up, I don't think much about it.
The second time it happens, I'm a little creeped.
I mean, it should be no big deal, right? Just a hang-up.
(Continues...)
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Contents
Wednesday 9/23,Thursday 9/24,
Friday 9/25,
Saturday 9/26,
Sunday 9/27,
Monday 9/28,
Tuesday 9/29,
Wednesday 9/30,
Thursday 10/1,
Wednesday 10/7,
Thursday 10/8,
Friday 10/9,
Saturday 10/10,
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