Yesterday was the school Prize Day followed by the house Sports Day in the afternoon. Last year, at the height of Ben's anorexia, we didn't go to either. But this year we went to both - and Ben was helping out at the Sports Day, so I spent the afternoon sitting in the sun on the grassy bank overlooking the playing fields, just as I'd done 2 years ago when Ben was competing the 1500m race. And just as I'd done 2 years ago I got talking to the mum of the boy who Ben had beaten in that race. "Haven't seen you around for AGES!!" she exclaimed, reminding me of how she and I used to gossip merrily away during our sons' rugby matches every Saturday morning.
I seemed to spend yesterday avoiding people because I just didn't want to talk about our experiences. Not to the 'uninitiated' at any rate. Unless you've actually left Planet Earth to live on Mars you can't possibly know what it's like - and there's so much mis-information about anorexia and other eating disorders that it's not like talking about high-profile illnesses. And I really didn't want to (a) sound as if I was dumping all my troubles on CB by going on and on about it or (b) spend hours educating her on the ins and outs of eating disorders.
From experience I've found that talking about eating disorders is often met by the kind of reaction that religious cranks get when talking about hell fire and damnation - or some other subject that makes people feel awkward and want to run a mile.
But, thankfully, CB was different and she seemed genuinely interested. Unlike most people, she didn't automatically assume eating disorders could be'cured' simply by getting the sufferer to 'eat more'. Or that the sufferer must be a faddy /fussy eater or whatever. Nor did she automatically assume that anorexia is simply a 'diet gone too far'.
"He's still very thin," I pointed out as we gazed towards where our two sons stood talking on the playing field - her son the picture of a 'strapping', sporty 17 year old and my son the picture of, well, something rather thinner...
And with this change, our regular gossips at sports events stopped. Which is why I hadn't talked to her since we last sat on that grassy bank at the school Sports Day in July 2009, just before our family took off to Mars (or somewhere equally alien) for 2 years. And why it felt so strange talking to her again, explaining where Ben and we, as a family, had been for the past 2 years (i.e. to hell and back) while her family life and school life carried on as normal.