The first time I was taken to the Institut, and the second time.

My parents had been struggling to find someone to help them save me from myself, and finding nothing at home here, and not being prepared to take me to Istanbul, my Dad found out about the Institut in Vienna. He was also told about a place in Germany that had had good results with eating disorders, but they, my parents decided on Vienna as a first resort.

I was virtually carried there by my Dad and my brother because I was very weak, and the specialist decided to put me on intravenous fluids straight away. I remained on them for several weeks, lying in a bed, under the watchful eye of the nurses who supervised all patients.

I was fed. I was able to mix with the other girls only after I had started to respond to having food, as at first I was sick alot. The specialist, Professor Doktor, told my parents another week and I would probably have been dead.

I remained there the first time for four months. Only when I was responding could I begin to study online for my school certificate. I was thirteen when I was allowed home again.

I was admitted for the second time when my interest in food stopped again, and my parents reacted to it (much the same way as they have reacted lately towards me) after our family vacation in southern France. I was only at the Institut for four weeks the second time.