Chantal: “Wahhhhh no one is available to help with my super-serious eating disorder!!”
Also Chantal: “Fuck the doctor, I don’t feel like taking this medication I need to take.”
Seriously, even if a bed opened up for her in an ED recovery clinic, she wouldn’t fucking LISTEN to any of the doctors there. She’d ignore them, whine, sneak food, eat twice as much the minute she got out of the clinic. If she can’t be trusted to even take important medicine after a surgery, she can’t fucking go to a clinic. She would be a waste of everyone’s time and resources, she wouldn’t listen to the doctors, she’d pull her usual “I need to do things my own way” bullshite.
She must think that the clinic will strap her down so she can’t eat, then force-feed her magic pills to make her lose weight and stop wanting to binge all day. Can you imagine her actually sitting in hours-long group therapy sessions and being expected to contribute, take criticism, admit mistakes and learn? You know, the thing you do a LOT of in ED clinics?