He wasn't sure what to feel at his mother's reaction. He knew this was going to hurt her. Should he have told her to wait outside? Ben wasn't sure he could do this without her present, though. He felt guilt and shame give rise to defensiveness. He wanted to tell her how he'd improved, how he'd had an entire dinner with Rey once after he got back, that things weren't that bad. The numbers on the scale, however, disagreed with his words before he could speak them.
Ben sighed. "I don't drink, Doctor. I can't hold my liquor and drunken use of the Force is very destructive. Besides, most alcohol tastes atrocious anyway." He was also not willing to mix alcohol and medication since he was fairly certain people had used that as a method of assassination in the First Order. Sure, whatever he would be given wasn't likely to be the same meds, but he had no desire to die after coming so far. He had never been suicidal, for all his many mental issues.
He bit the inside of his cheek. He would not volunteer his lowest weight or make his mother suffer any further. Ben knew this was torture for her, so he focused on the Doctor, raising his eyebrows at her before lowering them, brow furrowing in confusion. "I haven't ever weighed more than 153. I was only able to gain that much weight when I was on Tsussain. It's an Outer Rim world, I don't know if you've heard of it, but they had... they had some kind of tea that calmed me down enough I could eat without panicking about having another episode in the future. It helped me have regular meals, and the harsh climate kept me from... 'depersonalizing', if that's the word."
Hopefully that's useful information to Doctor Kalonia, somehow, something had can help with his treatment. He hadn't felt overweight on Tsussain, but solid, sturdy, like a well-built ship in a turbulent sea of stars. Then his training there had concluded. The tea was gone, the winter winds that kept him present and feeling left, and he had fallen into relapse almost instantly.
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Date: 2016-12-19 06:24 am (UTC)Ben sighed. "I don't drink, Doctor. I can't hold my liquor and drunken use of the Force is very destructive. Besides, most alcohol tastes atrocious anyway." He was also not willing to mix alcohol and medication since he was fairly certain people had used that as a method of assassination in the First Order. Sure, whatever he would be given wasn't likely to be the same meds, but he had no desire to die after coming so far. He had never been suicidal, for all his many mental issues.
He bit the inside of his cheek. He would not volunteer his lowest weight or make his mother suffer any further. Ben knew this was torture for her, so he focused on the Doctor, raising his eyebrows at her before lowering them, brow furrowing in confusion. "I haven't ever weighed more than 153. I was only able to gain that much weight when I was on Tsussain. It's an Outer Rim world, I don't know if you've heard of it, but they had... they had some kind of tea that calmed me down enough I could eat without panicking about having another episode in the future. It helped me have regular meals, and the harsh climate kept me from... 'depersonalizing', if that's the word."
Hopefully that's useful information to Doctor Kalonia, somehow, something had can help with his treatment. He hadn't felt overweight on Tsussain, but solid, sturdy, like a well-built ship in a turbulent sea of stars. Then his training there had concluded. The tea was gone, the winter winds that kept him present and feeling left, and he had fallen into relapse almost instantly.