Did You Know?

About half of anorexia patients have comorbid anxiety disorders, and about 33-50% of anorexia patients have a comorbid mood disorder. It's important that it patient receive treatment for an eating disorder and any other comorbid mental health disorders at the same time to ensure a successful recovery.

Tris' POV

Caleb greets me before sittings down to begin a family therapy session with me. He asks if he can tell me something important first and we agree though I have no idea what it could be. "Tris, I'm really sorry I didn't text you this before but mom and dad made me promise I wouldn't unless you asked." he pauses before continuing.

"We are brother and sister and always will be but we aren't blood related." he tells me and I am shocked as I ask "What do you mean? That's impossible!" I exclaim. "No, not impossible. Just unexpected. Let me explain."

I wait patiently as he tells me about how he was adopted from a family where the mother died shortly after he was born. Her name was Evelyn and the father is unknown. Our mom and dad raised him as their own son.

Then, once he feels I've digested everything, he tells me one more thing I find shocking. "Beatrice, my last name isn't Prior like yours'. It's Eaton, Tobias and I are half brothers." I stammer as I did not expect this at all.

My mind struggles to process this. I have so many questions but I cannot bring myself to ask them. I am dumbstruck. How did I not know? Does Tobias know? To our parents' credit, we look remarkably similar with the same set jaw, lanky body types, and height.

Caleb Eaton. The same line name as my tormentor and my lover. Did my parents change his last name when they adopted him? They must have because I never knew we had different last names, let alone DNA.

We take a few moments to process everything before I begin asking questions. "When did you know?" I ask, curiously. "Only a couple years ago when I needed my birth certificate for school. They told me one afternoon when you were at dance."

I picture my parents gathered in the living room with Caleb as they shared a secret only the three of them were entitled to know. What had that conversation been like? How well did I actually know my own parents?

"Does Tobias or anyone else know?" I murmur. "No, you're the only other person who does." he answers plainly. I ca take anymore for now and rush out even as Caleb yells for me to wait. "You're not really my brother, remember?" I shout.

I know I'm not being fair; that he didn't really have a choice in this but neither have I. I go to the phone, knowing it isn't my usual time to but I only want to talk to one person right now and that is Tobias.

I shakily dial his number and wait as the phone rings in my ear. "Tris?" he asks and I laugh "No, it's your other girlfriend whose adopted brother is your half brother." "What? What are you talking about?" he demands to know and I can tell by his reaction that he has not known either.

"Turns out we share a little more family tree than I thought." I answer back and tell him what Caleb has told me. "Wow, I had no idea. Eaton? Are you sure?" he asks in disbelief. "I know, right?" I giggle.

"I just thought you should know too and I needed to hear your voice. I'm not really supposed to be on the phone right now so I better go for now, Tobias Eaton." I smirk. "Okay, goodbye for now Tris Prior." he says before hanging up.

I am frozen into silence after I hang up the phone. I'm unable to think or to move, a perfect statue as I try to process what I've learned. My brother no longer feels like my brother. He's half-related to my boyfriend and I had no idea of either until today.

Susan finds me a little while later and ushers me into the kitchen where we are having cooking group. Johanna and Morgan instruct each of us to perform a specific task as everyone is working to make pans of brownies.

Susan and I work together to mix together the brownie mixes together, adding and measuring the different ingredients together. We work in synchronous harmony, not talking much but focusing on the task at hand.

We pour the mixes into the greased pans and Johanna puts them in the oven. We are released for free time until they are finished baking. I sit quietly, not wanting to talk or interact with anyone yet as I still don't know how I feel right now.

What I do know, however, is how badly I miss Tobias. I know I'll see him tomorrow because of the weekend but it feels like an eternity right now. Does he think of me as often as I think of him? Does he miss me like I miss him?

We eat the brownies and milk for snack then have art therapy group. Cameron, our group leader, has spread several old magazines, newspapers, poster boards, glitter, glue, scissors, and other craft supplies out at tables throughout the room for us to make collages to inspire us of things important to our recoveries.

I'm not sure what to do at first, but I soon find myself enjoying collage-making. By the end, I am covered in glitter, glue, and laughing hysterically. Maybe life can be enjoyable again, I just have to allow myself to let go and enjoy it.